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She bounced on my cock a few more times, her nails digging into my skin. She cried out my name one more time. “I’m coming!”
This time when I came it was with a growl that was ripe with the promise of more to come.
25
Kieran
By the time we arrived in Vegas, I was primed again, my body rock hard and aching. I got the feeling Emily and Knox were going to be the death of me. That too brief encounter on the plane hadn’t been nearly enough to sate me, although Emily had wrung me dry. I wanted her again, and I wanted Knox to join us this time, for the two of us to bring her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known.
Too bad work had a way of creeping in and stealing all the fun.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I happened to find work ridiculously enjoyable. I’d worked hard my entire life to build what I had, and I knew that there was no room for complacency.
Once the car delivered us to the hotel, I parted ways with Knox and Emily, making the rounds. I’d spent a good amount of time in Vegas over the past two years, making decisions, following up on promises made both to me and by me, ensuring instructions were being followed. The Monolith wasn’t my first joint venture with Knox, but it was by far the biggest. And due to the amount of money I’d invested in this project, I insisted on being front and center.
I met back up with Knox a few hours later, strolling right past his receptionist and into his office.
“Where’s Emily?” I asked when I stepped inside to find him hard at work behind his desk, his laptop in front of him.
He didn’t bother to look up when he said, “She insisted on a guided tour.”
“And you didn’t take her?” I smiled.
He lifted his gaze from his computer screen. “I wouldn’t’ve been able to keep my hands off her.”
He relaxed against the chair back, studying me.
I wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but I kept my gaze on him, wondering if we were going to discuss what had happened on the plane. It had been a step forward for the three of us. While we hadn’t exactly taken Emily at the same time, we’d learned she was open to the idea of being with both of us together in a more … intimate manner. She hadn’t had a problem with one of us being the voyeur while the other touched her, but I couldn’t help but think a deeper connection had been formed earlier.
“I enjoyed the hell out of watching you with her.”
I heard approval in Knox’s tone, along with what sounded a lot like praise. Knox knew I didn’t require gold stars or ribbons for what some perceived as accomplishments; however, his very alpha nature seemed to require that he pass praise along.
I tucked my hands in my pockets. “I liked that you were there.”
“Emily certainly didn’t seem to mind.”
No, she hadn’t. I’d felt the tension in her body when she realized we had an audience. But it was the explosive orgasm that Knox’s presence triggered that had spurred me on.
“What time is it?” Knox asked.
I took a deep breath, pushed the memories away. “Time for dinner.”
We’d gained two hours when we arrived, and we’d seamlessly started working on Vegas time. The small meal we’d had on the plane had long since burned off.
Knox closed his laptop lid, stood, and stretched his long, lean body. I watched, unable to look away. I wanted to touch him, to strip him the way I’d stripped Emily. Then I wanted to worship him the same way.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Knox warned, stepping around his desk and strolling toward me.
He moved gracefully, like a jungle cat on the prowl. I couldn’t count the times my cock had stood up and taken notice simply from watching him. The man commanded attention just by breathing.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like you want to have me for dinner.”
“But I do.”
His eyes darkened, the heat swarming in his gaze was aimed directly at me. “Patience.”
