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But never overtake me.
I had to remain in control, even as my body broke apart.Had to remember what this was, what it had to be, because I couldn’t afford to fall for Knight. There were too many expectations I had to fulfill. If I added another one, I’d surely break.
“Fuck, Angel, you feel so good against me,” he murmured, mouthing at my throat.
I rolled my hips up, thrusting into his fist, the hardness of his dick squeezed close to mine. “So close,” I panted.
“Yes, baby, come all over my cock.”
The dirty words worked their magic. My balls drew tight, and I cried out as my cock released shot after shot inside his fist.
“Fuck, yeah,” Knight said, working his cock faster and harder. “You naughty Angel, getting me all slick and messy.”
I shuddered as his cock slid against mine, overly sensitive now that I’d come. Before I could get too uncomfortable, he went rigid, the veins in his throat standing out as he gritted his teeth. His whole body strained with the force of his orgasm.
Then he collapsed against me, heart thumping so hard I could feel it where our chests met.
We lay there, catching our breath together. Knight flopped to the side of me, but he didn’t take his arms away. He nuzzled the back of my neck as he held me.
“I could get used to this,” he murmured.
My heart faltered. I could too. That’s what scared me.
“I should really get up and get ready now.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, a shower is in order. We could share?”
“Better not.” I tossed him a grin. “I’ll never make it to work at that rate.”
He smirked. “We do seem to have a little trouble resisting each other.”
“Understatement,” I said as I threw back the blankets and got up.
Despite my worries, my body hummed with satisfaction. Fucking around with Knight was no hardship. It was too easy, in fact. Too good.
But I had to remember it was temporary. My future lay elsewhere, and getting attached to Knight would only hurt me.
I couldn’t spin out like I had last year, when Tyler came back into my life full of resentment and false promises. He’d fucked with my head when I’d needed to remain focused.
Made me think I needed him, only to show me that it was better to need no one.
I showered and dressed, then shared a coffee with Knight so he wouldn’t think I was running away from him again. Part of me wanted to—out of self-preservation—but I was too addicted to him for that.
I got to work a few minutes early and reviewed the list of appointments for the day. Next up was a two-year-old named Ruby Wood. Parent listed as Carrie Anderson. Wait. Wasn’t Ruby the name of Hollywood’s daughter?
“Hey, early bird,” Liliana said as she came in, lugging a tote bag over one shoulder.
“What have you got in there? You smuggling drugs now?”
“You caught me,” she said with a wink.
She opened the bag, displaying dozens of medication samples.
“Holy shit. You didn’t rob the pharmacy, did you?”
She grinned. “Nah, I just flirted a little with Dr. Frost. He donated his supply to the clinic.”
“Isn’t he like seventy?”
