CHAPTER FOURTEEN

PAYTON

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I dance for hours.

Or at least it feels like it. Silly Theodore finally cut in, and I decided his harmless flirting was overshadowed by his excellent dancing. Although I had to slap his hand away from creeping closer to my ass at one point. We both laughed it off.

Then Ward returned after dancing with Alexandra, who sent me a friendly wave as we waltzed past one another.

Looks like Knox spoke to her, and she is fine with me being here.

Whew!

“Well, well, well.” Ward winks. “That took longer than I expected.”

I open my mouth to ask what he means when I feel a hot presence behind me.

“I’m cutting in,” Knox says darkly, and I feel his warm breath on my neck, sending shivers through me.

“Actually, son, you’re supposed to ask.” Ward drops his eyes to mine. “Would you like to change partners or stay spinning around on the dance floor with me? Ladies’ choice.”

“Cut it out,” Knox growls, and places his hands on my hips and turns me.

I glance between the handsome father and son duo and spot the tension on Knox’s face. He’s not happy and I don’t want to antagonize him. It will make working with him even more intolerable.

“I would love to dance with you,” I say, breathless at the thought of this gorgeous man holding me in his arms.

I’ll just have to do my best not to show it.

Ward takes my hand and smiles cheekily as he kisses the back of it, then lifts his eyes to Knox and in a deep, commanding but low voice says, “Make sure she gets home safe.”

“Fuck”s sake,” Knox grumbles and takes me in his arms as his father leaves.

Oh, lord. Our lower bodies connect, and it sends sparks of arousal through me, causing me to gasp. I try to hide my reaction by glancing behind him, but I’m sure it’s obvious.

“Eyes up, sweetheart,” his raspy voice says.

And my god, my body responds immediately.

“Good girl.”

Holy hell.

He can’t say things like that. My panties would be on fire right now, except I’m not wearing any.

And that just exasperates things.

Knox’s hand slides lower down my back as he skillfully guides me around the floor. He’s as good as his father.

“You dance well,” I say, looking to break this spell I’m under.

“We’re leaving after this.” His dark eyes drop to mine.

Okay, good talk.

We do a few more turns and I’m feeling confused. One minute, he looks like he wants to drag me home to his bed. The next it”s as if he’s angry with me.

Was he that upset I danced with his father?

As his body presses more firmly against me, I can feel the truth. I’m not imagining anything.

Forbidden for both of us, of course.

But, hell, we need to work together, so we should discuss this. I’m not sure I can take much more of his emotional whiplash.

His broodiness is sexy as hell, but it’s also frustrating. Knox acts like this is all my fault.

It’s not.

It’s his cock hard against me right now and I have done absolutely nothing to cause it.

Rather than bring it up on the way home, perhaps a brief chat while dancing is the perfect opportunity. I’ve learned going directly for the jugular with Knox is never smart. He just shuts down. So I start by skirting around the edges.

“Are you okay?” I ask, as his gaze roams my face as if in a rage.

“What?” he growls.

I bite my lip. “Is anything wrong?”

I feel a grumble through his body as his face darkens. “No. I’m not okay,” he bites out.

We merge deeper into the dance floor, and he spins us one, twice, and then around a corner. I press my fingers harder to hold on, as we’re going so fast.

“Knox,” I cry as he guides us off the dance floor and into the shadows of the long, deep red velvet curtains.

I gasp as he pushes me up against the wall.

“I’m not okay, because I want to fuck you. I want to rip this fucking dress off you and slam my cock inside you. I want to watch your wet mouth gape as I make you come.”

Oh shit.

FIVE LONG MINUTES later, we’re striding out of the event into the spring night air. Knox runs his hand down my back as I climb into the limo, then joins me.

The door closes and we are alone.

I’m trembling.

Jesus, what do I say after that confession?

He sits opposite me, and we stare at one another.

I can’t explain it. It’s as if my heart is beating inside my ears. The rest of the world seems a million miles away. Only he exists.

Except he still looks furious. More furious now, if that’s even possible.

I want to rip this fucking dress off you and slam my cock inside you.

Arousal has me clenching my legs together.

I want to watch your wet mouth gape as I make you come. The vehicle begins to move, and I swallow.

“Nothing can happen here,” Knox rasps.

I nod.

“I mean it. I cannot touch you,” he says darkly.

“I know. Nor can I,” I say, and he narrows his eyes in question. “I would lose my job.”

His eyes dip to my breasts and I take a deep breath. God, I want him to touch me, even though the thought of something happening between us makes me incredibly nervous.

He’s a billionaire.

Powerful in every way, including his body. I know he wouldn’t be gentle. That scares and exhilarates me.

When his eyes lift back to mine, he shows me all the desire he’s been hiding.

Fucking hell.

I draw in a sharp breath.

This man would eat me alive.

And I want him to.

“Be careful,” Knox warns, but I don’t listen.

I glance down at his pants and see the thickness covered in black fabric and my mouth parts.

Knox rubs at it with his hand as he curses.

When our eyes connect once more, his gaze is scorching, and I know I’ve unlocked the monster. His control is slipping and I’m his target.

“Can I trust you?” Knox rasps. I open my mouth to reply, but he continues. “I’m going to jerk off thinking of your smoking hot body. I can either do it now or later.”

Holy shit.

“We can’t.” My voice is a shudder.

“What we can’t do is touch,” Knox says as he unzips his designer pants. “But you can watch.”

A sound I don’t recognize escapes me as he pulls out his hard, thick cock.

This isn’t happening.

But oh my god, it is.

“Lower your straps,” Knox instructs me, and my eyes shoot back up to his. “Lower your straps Payton and show me your tits.”

My nipples start to ache in response, but I’m not sure I can do this.

“Now,” he commands.

Apparently I can, as my hands move into action at his dominant instruction. One strap at a time, I slide them down my shoulders and then tug the fabric down.

My breasts are on full display as Knox strokes his thick, swollen cock.

“Fucking hell,” he groans.

I feel bare and vulnerable. But... sexy.

This incredible man desires me and yet I can’t touch him. And he won’t touch me.

I’m so damn wet. It’s insane.

“Roll your fingers around your nipples.” He moans, his eyes closing temporarily and his legs widening.

One stretches out as I reach up and obey once more. They harden at my touch, and I let out a delicate sound.

“Jesus, I want my mouth on them,” Knox rasps. “Press harder. Hard like I’d suck them. Hard like I’m clenching my cock.”

“Oh, god.” Moisture escapes my core and I close my eyes as I tighten my thighs together.

“How does it feel?” he rasps.

“Good,” I say weakly. Because I am. If he flew across the limo right now, I’d be unemployed tomorrow and not care for a single second.

Until tomorrow.

Now I want to climb on his lap and gather my skirt so I can sink down on top of his huge member.

That’s not an option. For either of us.

I open my eyes and watch his hand as he strokes faster, a bead of come leaking from the dark end of his cock.

“Pull up your dress,” Knox tells me and with one foot he nudges my legs apart.

“Oh, fuck,” I say shakily.

“Now, Payton. I need to see you.”

I quickly tug up the blush fabric and feel the cool air hit my skin. It bunches around my hips.

“Show me. Widen your legs and show me your wet pussy.”

As he grunts, stroking faster, I lean back and let my legs fall wide open, showing Knox Montgomery all of me.