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“Touch yourself right now for me,” he says bluntly. “Get yourself off. Consider it... training.”

“Excuse me?” I nearly drop the phone.

“If you don’t, you’ll come too easily when I get my hands on you tomorrow. And I want to enjoy the chase, Bianca. I want to take my time with you.”

“You’re a pig, Blackwood.” My voice shakes with indignation, but a hunger hot and forbidden unfurls in my stomach.

“Maybe,” he agrees. “But right now, I’m a pig who’s hard and aching for you. Been this way since I first saw you in that gallery.”

My breath catches. “Stop it.”

“I’m stroking myself right now,” he continues, his voice rougher. “Thinking about you riding me, those perfect tits bouncing as you take all of me.”

“This is so out of line?—”

“I bet you’re wet already from my voice.” Knox’s breathing changes, growing heavier. “I can’t wait to taste you, to feel how tight you’ll be around my cock.”

I should hang up. I should absolutely end this call. But heat blooms between my thighs, and my free hand instinctively moves to my stomach, fingers splaying across the thin material of my T-shirt.

“Tell me you’re not thinking about it,” he challenges. “Tell me you’re not imagining my mouth between your thighs, my hands pinning your wrists above your head while I make you scream.”

I press my thighs together, trying to quell the ache building there. “Knox...”

“Is that a yes, Hayes?” Knox’s voice drops even lower. “Because I can hear it in your breathing. The way it’s gone softer and breathy.”

“I’m not—” I start to deny it, but my hand has already slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts.

“You don’t need to admit it,” he says. “Just listen to me. Let me tell you what I’m going to do to you when I catch you.”

I bite my lip, eyes closing as his words wrap around me.

“I’m going to pin you against one of those maze walls,” Knox continues. “Your wrists above your head, my body pressedagainst yours. I’ll tear that mask off so I can see your face when I slide my hand between your legs.”

A soft sound escapes me before I can stop it.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “When I find you, I’ll make you face the wall. Your hands flat against it while I lift the dress they’ll give you, inch by inch. I’ll trace my fingers up your thighs, so slowly you’ll be begging me to touch you where you need it most.”

My fingers move of their own accord, circling my clit.

“I’ll drop to my knees before you,” his voice grows ragged. “Spread your legs apart with my hands, and then I’ll taste you, lick into you until your legs shake and you’re crying my name.”

“Knox...” I breathe.

“You’ll be so wet for me. I’ll lift you up, wrap your legs around my waist, and push into you right there against the wall.”

My phone buzzes with a notification. “I sent you a message,” he says. “Look at it.”

I pull the phone away from my ear, opening his message. A photo fills my screen—Knox’s cock, hard and straining against his hand. It’s impossibly thick, veined, the head flushed dark with arousal.

“Oh god,” I moan, the sound echoing in my quiet apartment.

“That’s what’s waiting for you tomorrow,” Knox says, satisfaction evident in his voice. “That’s what’s going to fill you up when I catch you.”

I try to steady my breathing as the urgency of my arousal intensifies. My fingers move faster, circling in tight patterns that make my hips lift from the couch.

“You excited, Hayes?” Knox’s voice is rough with desire. “Because when I catch you, I’m going to breed you over and over during those seventy-two hours. You’re going to be so full of my cum that your thighs will look like that pussy is weeping for me.”

My rhythm falters, his words sending a jolt of arousal through me.