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thirty-five

Harlow

The moment we step inside his penthouse after peeling away from Rory and Cole at the bar, everything is a frenzy. Our lips connect the second the door closes behind us.

I throw my heels in the kitchen.

Knox’s sneakers are in the living room.

He slips my panties off somewhere in the hallway.

And as soon as he sits me on the bed, I quickly pull his shirt over his head.

Everything about tonight already feels different.

It’s messy. It’s sloppy. It’s… intense.

More intense than how it usually feels when we fall into bed.

The air around us is different, and I’m so engrossed in the moment.

In Knox .

I’m surrendering myself to him completely, letting him claim me as his own.

“Harlow,” he rasps, severing the silence. “I love this dress, but it’s got to go. Take it off .”

Without hesitation, I grab my dress by the hem of the skirt and slowly pull it over my body, tossing it to the floor in a pile of satiny, red fabric.

Now standing naked in front of him, I reach for his jeans, unzipping them and pushing them down his legs. Once he steps out of the denim, Knox hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs, sliding them down to the floor.

He picks me up now, and I wrap my legs around his waist as I find his lips again. He positions us in the center of the bed, laying my head on the pillows.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“You’re saying that because I’m naked for you right now,” I tease lightly.

Knox chuckles. “You’re beautiful in clothing, too, baby. Naked, though, you’re a goddamn dream. My dream.”

The honesty catches me off guard. I’m his dream?

He told me before that he’d wanted me for years, but I didn’t think he meant that in more than a physical, sexual way.

And maybe he didn’t.

But maybe now that he knows me, he’s thinking differently.

Maybe he’s feeling the dynamic shifting between us, too.

I throw my arms around his shoulders and deepen our kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth and swirling it with his. Knox groans as his dick presses into my hip.

“Fuck, I want you, Harlow,” he says, peppering kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.

“So have me then,” I breathe. “I just want you to fuck me, Knox. Please.”

His smile is malicious as his lips meet mine again, taking me over in a searing kiss. “Begging without me even telling you. Good girl.”

I sigh at the praise while mentally cursing myself for always being so affected by his words. This man turns me into something I’ve never been before.

Maybe it’s ironic to say that Knox makes me feel empowered, but there’s no other way to describe how I feel around him. He takes control in bed, but we both know I’m the one holding all the power.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more sure of myself in the bedroom than I do now.

“How do you want me, Knox?”

“Just like this,” he replies, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Displayed like this, knowing I’m the only one who gets to appreciate you.”

“You’re the only one who’s ever appreciated me,” I admit. “No one else has ever cared enough.”

Knox leans his lips to my ear, whispering, “Then all the other men you’ve been with were crazy because you deserve to be fucking worshipped , Harlow.”

“Is that what you do?” I ask, stifling a sigh as he lowers his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “Worship me?”

“Every goddamn time you’re in my bed, baby.” He takes his cock in his hand, giving himself a few tugs and swiping at the bead of precum leaking out the tip. “Now, enough talk. If I don’t sink into you soon, I’m going to go out of my fucking mind.”

His admission has my desire running rampant, wanting to get to know him even more intimately. So when he goes to reach into the nightstand, he looks at me in surprise as I grab him by the wrist.

“What are you doing, Lo?” he asks, curious.

“Um… stopping you.”

“I need a condom if I’m going to fuck you.”

I bury my face in his chest, hiding the fire burning across my cheeks. “What if we don’t use one?”

I say it so softly that I’m not even sure he hears me until he places his finger under my chin and turns my face to meet his. “You want me to fuck you bare?” His tone is huskier than usual, making the heat just pool between my thighs. “You want me to fuck you like you’re mine?”

“Yes,” I say shyly. “I’m on birth control. I take it every day. And I got tested a couple months after I broke up with Derek, and I’m all clear. If you want it, too, I’d really like that.”

“I want it,” Knox says lowly. “I really fucking want it. I’m clear, too. I just got tested over the offseason. I haven’t been with anyone else since before that.”

I lean up and kiss him, regaining my confidence now that the awkward question is out of the way. “Then make me yours, Knox.”

Our kiss is needier, hungrier , as he spreads my legs apart and settles himself in between them. He runs the head of his cock along my slit, coating the tip in my arousal.

When Knox breaks our kiss to look at me, silently asking if I’m sure this is what I want, I nod.

His forehead presses against mine as he slowly starts to push inside. I gasp at the feeling, reveling in the way he feels with nothing between us.

“ Fuck ,“ Knox curses as he slides in to the hilt. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I don’t think Jesus is involved in what we’re doing right now.”

He laughs with his lips brushing mine. “I’m not sure about that. I’m in Heaven every time I have you wrapped around my cock.”

As he starts thrusting into me, I’m overwhelmed with how good it feels. How full I feel . He pulls his hips back and slams into me again, stretching me out perfectly around him.

“Knox,” I moan.

“This won’t last long, Lo.” He’s already breathless, sweat dripping from his brow. “You feel too fucking good. Slick and warm and fucking mine .”

“I am yours,” I say. “I’m yours, Knox.”

He smiles before teasing his tongue over my bottom lip, waiting for me to open. And when I do, he slips right inside, tongues moving as frantically as Knox’s hips.

I’ve never had sex like this.

Sure, Knox and I are always rough and needy with each other, but it feels different.

It feels more like I am his.

I feel like I belong to Knox Spencer.

The world already thinks that. Now, though, it’s really starting to feel like it.

I’ve never been so consumed by someone, so filled with longing and need.

It’s scary, being so enthralled with someone that might not see you the same way.

But I push that thought from my head. I’m just going to enjoy myself and worry about the rest another day.

“Goddammit,” he swears as he increases his pace, slamming into me repeatedly. “So good, Harlow.” He groans now, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. “Fuck, I can’t hold back much longer.”

“So don’t,” I murmur against his ear. “Come, Knox.”

“Where-”

“Inside me,” I plead, looking right into his eyes. “Come inside me. I want to feel you.”

“Fuck,” he moans, thrusting his hips faster while snaking a hand between us and finding his way between my legs. “You come first. I need to feel your cunt clench around me. I need to know how good you feel when you come on my bare cock.”

I moan as Knox teases my clit in time with his thrusts. “Don’t stop then. I’m so close.”

He bites on my neck, leaving me a new mark as I tangle my fingers in his hair. Every sensation right now is heightened, leaving me right on the edge of bliss, ready to tumble right over. And when he thrusts again, hitting a spot no one’s ever been able to reach, I explode.

“Knox! Oh my God!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts, pushing in one final time before his hips still. My pussy is still convulsing around him as he spills everything inside me, painting me with every drop of his cum.

Panting, Knox pulls out of me, and I already feel emptier.

“Goddamn, Harlow,” he breathes. “Fucking incredible.”

“It was,” I reply before kissing him. “Really good.”

He smiles before pushing himself off me and slowly moving his body down the bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask, looking at him curiously.

He kisses my knee and murmurs against my skin. “Want to see.” Knox takes my knees in his hands and spreads them further apart, leaving me fully exposed. “Want to see how you look full of my cum.”

“And?” I ask. “What do you think?”

He runs a finger up my slit before pressing it inside, coating it in his release. “Perfect,” he replies, now trailing his finger down my thigh, leaving a white line in its wake. “Fucking perfect.”

When he positions himself on top of me again, capturing my lips with wicked intentions, I finally realize where all of this is heading.

I’m falling heart-first for a man who hasn’t had a relationship in seven years.

And I don’t know if Knox will be waiting to catch me before I hit the ground…