“How about this,” he asked, running his hands up her thighs to find her lacy panties that he thought were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen on a woman. It was crazy that something as simple as black, lacy panties made him crazy with lust.
“Yes,” she hissed, “I like that too, Knox.” He could feel her heat through her panties and all he wanted was to taste her, but he’d have to wait for that. He planned on taking his time with her and spending the night going over every inch of her with his tongue.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Beck. And then, I’m going to fuck you all night long. Is that okay with you?” he whispered. He ran his fingers up under her panties and through her wet folds, and she hissed out her breath.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want that too, Knox.”
“Good girl,” he praised. He found her clit and let his thumb circle her sensitive nub and Beck nearly bucked off of his lap. He wrapped his other arm around her body and dug his fingers into the top of her dress, running them over her puckered nipple.
“Please,” she begged, “I need more.” Knox pulled his thumb from her clit and she mewled out her protest. “No,” she protested.
“You aren’t calling the shots here, Beck. I am, and you will come when I tell you to come. Do you understand?” he asked.
She nodded her head against his shoulder and laid back in his arms as if letting him know that she was surrendering herself to him. “Good girl,” he praised again. “For that, I’m going to let you come, Beck.” He dipped his fingers into her drenched folds again and his other hand down the top of her dress, fining her taut nipple once more. Knox worked his fingers in and out of her body and when she whimpered, he knew that she was close. He quickly found her clit again and this time, he didn’t let up. He rubbed her sensitive nub until she was crying out his name and he had to hold her to his lap for fear that she’d slip off. Beck was beautiful to watch as she came undone for him and he couldn’t wait to see her shouting out his name as she rode his cock.
The SUV stopped and he knew that they were probably at his penthouse. “I think we’re at my place,” he whispered.
“Oh God, Tell me that Slater couldn’t hear me,” she begged.
Knox chuckled and pulled her fingers from her pussy, helping her to right her clothing. “You were pretty loud, Beck. But, if it makes you feel any better, he’s signed a non-disclosure agreement and that extends to anyone who’s with me. Slater won’t tell anyone what he has just heard or that we’re together.”
“We aren’t together,” she reminded. “We’re two people enjoying each other’s company and having sex. No strings, Knox,” she insisted. He wanted to tell her that what he had just felt with her seemed like a giant fucking string, but he wouldn’t. He’s play along with her stupid rules until he could prove to her that she felt something for him—because she did. When Beck was cuddled against his body, shouting out his name, and coming around his fingers, he felt every damn string that she insisted didn’t exist.