Page 107 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
The all-white decor was simple yet elegant. There were pops of color scattered throughout. A royal purple note cube on the desk, an emerald throw pillow in one of the chairs, the colorful art on the wall.
I walked over to the desk, dragged my fingertips over the smooth, sleek top, then paused at a small glass nameplate sitting on the top. I picked it up, ran my fingers over my name. It took a second for me to process the words beneath: Chief Executive Officer.
There was a sound that came out of my mouth, but even I knew it was unintelligible.
I turned back to Knox, stared. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“No.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I can’t be the CEO, Knox.”
“You can and you are.” Knox stepped closer, his eyes never leaving my face. “This is your legacy, Em. Did you really think I’d put it in anyone else’s hands?”
“I … I…” A heavy exhale escaped. My stomach roiled with equal amounts of excitement and trepidation. “I don’t have the first idea what it entails.”
“That’s why you’ve got us,” he said, his finger curling beneath my chin, tilting my head up. “I want the three of us to do this together. At least until you’re confident enough to take over on your own, hire those who’ll help you.”
I understood the words he was saying, but they still didn’t make sense.
Knox took one more step toward me, which closed the gap between us. He cupped my face and stared down into my eyes.
His nearness had my pleasure receptors lighting up, some of the panic fading as my focus shifted to him. I could smell the warm, rich spice of his cologne, see the dark flecks in his green eyes. Having him this close settled me, despite the fact my body warmed a few degrees.
“I didn’t take Delta June’sfromyou, Emily. I took itforyou. I implemented this plan when your father made me a shareholder, and for the past two years, I’ve put the remaining pieces in place.”
I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to a gesture of this magnitude. It was one thing for Knox to buy me an apartment; it was something else entirely for him to give me an empire.
I gripped the front of his shirt simply because I needed to hold on to him. “Knox…”
“Tell me you like it, Em,” he whispered, a hint of vulnerability etched in the lines of his eyes.
“I love it,” I admitted. “It’s far more than I deserve.”
His eyes narrowed, his fingertips gripping my chin more firmly. “Don’t ever let me hear you say that. You deserve everything.”
I was flattered by his conviction, moved by the way he stared deep into my eyes as though his sheer will could convince me. No one in my life had ever done that before. No one had attempted to tell me my value to them.
It was then my body temperature spiked, my arousal soaring as I reached up and touched his face. His head lowered and I went up on my toes to meet him, my mouth finding his. There was a hunger building inside me, one that was fueled by this significant gesture as well as my own well of desire I’d harbored for this man for so long.
The kiss was combustible, like taking a match to jet fuel. He wasn’t gentle when he crushed his lips on mine or when he gripped my hips and lifted me onto the desk.
My arms wound around his neck, holding him to me, refusing to let go. I didn’t understand the lust that churned inside me, but it was there. It was potent and it was impractical and it was my salvation. The only thing that mattered in that instant was Knox’s kiss, his touch, the soft rumble coming from his chest. He made me feel safe and desired at the same time, something I’d never imagined was possible. It triggered my hunger for him, made me want him to do all those dirty, wicked things his eyes promised.
When oxygen became scarce, Knox was the one to pull back, his forehead pressed to mine, my thighs bracketing his as he stood between my legs. I wanted him then, I wanted anything and everything he would give me. Not out of gratitude but pure, unadulterated lust. His nearness emboldened me, made me feel powerful.
He made a move to step back, but I bracketed his legs with mine, hooking my ankles behind his thighs. Taking his hand, I guided it between my legs. “Knox, please.”
The heat of his hand against my bare skin had me drawing air deep in my lungs as I spread my legs wider, needing him to ease this overwhelming ache.
“Not like this, Em,” he whispered roughly.
“Justlike this,” I countered. I didn’t need him to wait for the perfect place of the perfect time. Those didn’t exist when the only thing I needed was him.
Thankfully, Knox didn’t need more persuasion, his fingers sliding to the juncture of my thighs, finding the core of me. With no panties in the way, his fingers worked in deep, the slickness of my body welcoming him. I wanted more than his fingers, more than his mouth.
I cried out when he began thrusting gently.
Pulling away, I planted my hands on the desk behind me, angled my body so I could watch as he fingered me. It was then I remembered that Kieran was there with us. When I looked at his too-handsome-for-words face, I saw he was watching me, not what Knox was doing, and that, too, made me feel invincible. Knowing that I had the rapt attention of two very powerful, very sexy men was an aphrodisiac in itself.
