Page 67 of Last First Date

He pulled back for a moment, looking up at me with a smoldering intensity that took my breath away. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with raw desire. With one last glance into my eyes, he dove back in, his tongue teasing, tormenting.

I let myself go, surrendering to the pleasure he was igniting within me. He was an expert at what he was doing. The man found my G-spot and knew just how to hit it. My lips parted, a gasp spilling out as I felt a finger slide inside me. His name tumbled from my lips once more, a prayer in the hushed silence.

“Knox.”

He hummed against me in response, sending vibrations through my core that only added to the electrifying sensation building within. I felt his other hand move up to cup my breast again, fingers playing over the hardened nipple through the lace.

The potency of his touch was overwhelming, his every caress amplifying the crescendo building within me. It was an exquisite rhythm, a dance of pleasure that he choreographed with absolute precision. His deliberate movements, the tantalizing strokes of his tongue, were threatening to hurl me into an abyss of pleasure that I was not sure I could recover from. My legs were shaking. My toes felt like they were permanently curled with every muscle in my body clenched in anticipation of the release I could feel coming toward me.

His lips latched onto my clit once more, sucking gently, pulling a sharp gasp from me. The wave of pleasure that hit me was intense, forcing a guttural groan. My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight as the impending wave of climax loomed closer and closer. Knox didn’t falter. He continued his expert touch, driving me to the edge of ecstasy with every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his teeth against my sensitive flesh. I was teetering on the brink.

He looked up at me then, his eyes piercing into mine as he gave one final lap against my clit. That was it. The dam broke. Waves of pleasure washed over me in quick succession, a tsunami of sensations that left me breathless and trembling. My heart pounded in time with the convulsions that wracked my body. My head was thrown back in ecstasy, a silent scream on my lips.

He didn’t relent until he had pulled every last tremor from me. His tongue continued to taunt and please me long after the waves of my orgasm had subsided. The overstimulation was bittersweet, as if I were both relaxed and wired all at once.

Finally, after what seemed like a divine eternity, Knox released his hold on me and moved back. His face held an expression of contentment, his eyes shimmering with satisfaction and pure, unadulterated cockiness. He looked beautiful. His chest was rising and falling heavily, matching the rhythm of my own breaths.

“We should probably get back to the task at hand,” he said. He got to his feet and picked up the panties. “Add this outfit to the purchase pile.”

I got up from the sofa, my legs feeling weak underneath me. “I’ll just grab a few more of these and we can go.”

“Why?” He grinned. “Take your time. I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a few more outfits.”

I shook my head. “I think we should probably get out of here. I pray they don’t have cameras in here.”

“They don’t,” he said, laughing.

I went back into the changing room and jerked the curtain closed. The moment I was in the room, I buried my face in my hands.

What the hell?

I had no idea what had come over me. It just happened. I didn’t regret it, but I also didn’t know what it meant for the future. He was my boss!

“Are you freaking out in there?” Knox asked.

“No.”

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said. “I don’t know what happened. I saw you and lost control. You are an alluring woman.”

His words were sweet, but I didn’t know how to reply. I simply stood, frozen in place with my back pressed against the fitting-room wall. I was a mix of emotions, flustered, confused, and incredibly overwhelmed. I just didn’t know what to think.

The moment we shared was completely unplanned, but it was also undeniably powerful. It wasn’t what I had expected from this shopping trip with my boss, at all. This side of him was completely new to me.

“Listen,” Knox called out from the other side of the curtain, his voice gentle and coaxing. “I don’t want this to affect our work relationship. I want you to be more confident in your body. I’m a man. Any man sees you in that thing and they’re probably going to want to do the same thing.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He had certainly bolstered my self-esteem. “Thanks. I’ll be out in a minute.”

I dressed in my own clothes quickly, glad for the modesty they offered after what had happened. Once I was fully clothed again, I peered out from behind the curtain, meeting Knox’s gaze with as much conviction as I could muster. I was embarrassed, but he was playing it cool. I could do the same.

I picked up several of the outfits and bras and joined him. “We should probably get going. We’ve got a lot to do and not a lot of time.”

28

KNOX

Iwatched her emerge from the changing room, her cheeks flushed prettily, and felt a surge of pride. I did that. I made her blush. My tongue had given her the kind of pleasure that left her with a satisfied glow. The memory of how she looked under my touch, how she tasted, was still burning brightly in my mind. I had to squeeze my hands into fists to keep from reaching for her again. My balls were aching and likely blue.

“Sure,” I said nonchalantly. “Let’s get going.”