Page 149 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
I stared up at him for a moment, then decided to go with it.
After all, this man was offering to erase some of the pain of my past. What other choice did I have?
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Knox
Hearing her admit that she’d missed mewas like a balm to my soul.
I had purposely kept my distance this past week, using work as my reasoning. I had been busy, so that wasn’t too much of a stretch, but something had come up that had taken a significant amount of my time. Oddly enough, the more I’d dealt with that situation, the worse I’d felt about what had transpired between us in Vegas. And, of course, the longer I’d replayed what had happened, the more selfish I’d felt for how we’d overwhelmed Emily. Not only with the business but with the way we’d taken her.
I was prone to feelings of remorse but rarely regret. And while I wouldn’t change a single thing that had happened, I would’ve preferred to ease her into it more than we had. I’d gone back and forth on the merits of courting her versus merely claiming her, and I couldn’t help but think things were moving fast. I hadn’t intended for things between us to escalate this quickly, although I certainly wasn’t complaining. My concern was for Emily, not myself.
My distance this week had been a means of protecting myself as much as her. Now that I was here and in her presence, I knew I couldn’t keep up appearances. I wasn’t going to be able to stay away from her, regardless of whether or not it was better for her.
Her fingertips grazed along my jaw, and the gentleness in her touch was my undoing. I hadn’t known what to expect from her tonight, but I knew exactly what I wanted.
Everything.
“How do you propose we rewrite history?” she whispered, her cool fingers tickling my skin as they slid into the hair at my nape.
“I’ll start by stripping you slowly.” I slipped my hand beneath the oversized sweater she wore, seeking smooth, warm skin.
It didn’t take long to rid her of the few articles of clothing she wore. When she was naked, I returned to her side, never letting my hand stray away from her smooth skin. With every stroke, every caress, her soft moans grew more urgent, her eyes closing as she succumbed to the pleasure.
“You’re wet,” I whispered against her mouth, my fingers sliding between the slick lips of her sex. “So fucking wet.”
She whimpered, her thighs parting to allow me access to the heart of her.
“That night, you asked me if that was a good thing,” I told her.
“You remember that?”
“I remember every detail.” It was the truth. I’d relived that night in my mind so many times, superimposed all the things I would’ve done differently over the reality of what had transpired. While I hated that I’d hurt her by walking away, I knew it had been the best thing for her. At the time, anyway.
“Me, too,” she acknowledged.
“Do you remember when I said I wanted to taste every inch of you?”
Emily nodded. “I also remember you left me there.”
“You want to know why?”
“You said if we kept going, you’d fuck me.” Her eyes narrowed. “You told me I wasn’t ready for that yet.”
“You weren’t.” Before she could argue, I pressed my finger to her lips. “Because that night, I was imagining Kieran licking your pussy while I watched. You’d never been kissed before, Em. If I’d told you what I wanted, you would’ve been terrified.”
“Probably,” she whispered.
There was no probably about it. She’d been so hesitant that night; she would’ve panicked and run.
“I’ve always known it was you and Kieran for me,” I admitted. “From the day I met him, I knew I needed both of you.”
She inhaled sharply, her gaze leaving me, scanning the room.
“He’s waiting.”
“For?”
