CHAPTER FIFTEEN

KNOX

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“Fuck you’re soaked,” I growl, so close to coming all over my Armani suit.

I don’t give a shit that this is wrong. I nearly fucked Payton up against the wall behind the dance floor twenty minutes ago, so this is a much better option.

We aren’t touching.

My eyes, however, are fucking her while I fuck my fist. Sure, it’s a technicality but one I’m sticking to.

Payton’s pussy is more stunning than I could’ve imagined. Trust me, I’ve imagined. All evening. I already knew she had no panties on. There’s no way she could’ve been wearing anything under that dress.

So yes, all evening I was haunted by the fact she was walking around with a bare cunt, just waiting for my fingers to slide under the fabric of that dress and make her moan.

Dear god I want to.

I can’t.

She can.

“Slide your finger through your moist folds,” I tell her.

Yet again she obeys and my god her submission is making it harder to not explode into my hand.

“Like this?” she asks, circling her clit, her breaths getting heavier.

“Good girl, now run them through your juices and I want to see you put two fingers inside yourself,” I tell her. “Deep.”

Her eyes lift from my cock to my face and once again I’m hit with a force I can’t explain. I want to kiss her. I want to be the one sliding my fingers inside her.

I want to see her come and I will in a few seconds if I don’t scare her.

Payton’s lips are swollen from all her biting, and she takes a shaky breath as two of her fingers slide further, then finally press inside.

Christ.

My hand tightens around my cock as I watch her finger fuck her pussy.

“Jesus, Payton. Press in again, faster.” I stroke harder, faster, pretending she’s me and I’m her. “More. Go deeper.”

“Knox,” she cries, her other hand squeezing her breast.

“Fuck yourself, baby. Fuck, fuck, yes,” I moan, my eyes involuntarily closing as my orgasm rips through me. “Come, come now, Payton.”

I hear her as I force my eyes open, and see her head thrown back and her fingers rubbing at her clit.

“Godddddd,” she cries, shuddering as her pleasure convulses and lifts her hips from the leather seat.

Jesus, she is beautiful.

How the hell I am still here, and she is over there is a miracle.

She slumps back down as come spurts from my cock onto my pants—too fucking bad—and I lock my eyes on every sexy inch of her body.

Her eyes find my cock, and then mine as I finish.

Jesus.

So that happened.

And we never touched.

WHEN WE PULL up toPayton’s building, our clothes back in position, and a handful of tissues destroyed after I tried to clean up my mess, I climb out after her.

“You can stay there,” she says, waving at my pants.

Fuck that.

“Payton, I’m walking you to your door. Do not argue,” I growl.

She frowns at me. “You’re bossy.”

“Correct.” I glance at the driver. “Five minutes.”

“Yes, sir.”

At the elevator, she tries again.

“Get in.”

With a sigh, she does and presses the button to her floor. Fifteen.

Mine is thirty-nine.

Without being fully aware, I move my body so she’s an inch or so in front of me, clenching my fists so I don’t pull her against me.

I thought the desire to touch her would’ve lessened or gone altogether, but all I want to do is get to her apartment, kick the damn door down and go for round two.

“Knox, I—” She turns and immediately has to lift her face to mine.

My hand lifts and I’m inches from cupping her face. “Fuck.” I move away.

“You should’ve stayed in the limo,” Payton says, and she sounds annoyed.

“I’m a gentleman,” I say grouchily, because why is she giving me shit for walking her to her door?

She lets out a snort. “Okay, yeah, that’s not what gentlemen do, but let’s go with that.”

And that’s how I ended up pressing her against the wall of the elevator and gripping her face. Panting heavily, we both freeze, our lips inches from one another.

The door pings open.

“Oh, sorry. I can take another car,” someone says.

Neither of us looks up.

“Don’t kiss me,” she says.

“I’m not going to,” I rasp. The door closes and we’re moving again. “I can’t kiss you.”

“No,” Payton breathes.

The door pings open and there’s no one there.

“This is my floor,” she says almost silently.

I step away.

Reluctantly.

My eyes not leaving hers even as she maneuvers out of the elevator and stands there looking all kinds of sexy and simply beautiful.

“Stay here. Seriously. Do not follow me,” she tells me and I reluctantly nod.

Then, just as the doors start closing, I put my hand out and stop it.

“Are you okay?” I ask, and the softness in my voice shocks me.

It’s barely there, but Payton gives me a single nod.

I let the doors close and lean against the wall as the elevator takes me back down to the first floor. An emptiness falls over me, and I rub my hand over my face.

This is the first time I haven’t wanted to leave a woman after any kind of sexual activity. Technically, we haven’t fucked, but the need to know if she is truly okay is killing me.

I’ve never done anything like that.

I should be concerned I fucked up, but I know she won’t tell anyone. Her job is at risk if Alexandra found out.

So that’s not my focus.

I want her.

I want more of her.

Much fucking more.

“God damn it.”

How the hell am I going to not fuck this woman?