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“Impressed?”

“Very.”

BZZT! BZZT!

Knox’s phone vibrates on the coffee table. He reaches over, checks the screen, and… why does he look disappointed?

“Tae confirmed,” Knox says, sliding out from under me to stand up. “They’ll be arriving in an hour.”

I sit up, pulling my knees to my chest before nodding toward Knox’s duffel bag by the door. “Back to reality.”

“Yeah…”

“Back to not touching each other,” I murmur, with more sadness than I meant to show.

But Knox stands in front of me and offers his hand.

“We still have an hour… if you want.”

“Yes, please.”

Knox catches my arm, scoops me up, and carries me to the kitchen table, setting me down on the edge.

He pushes my shirt up, pressing his mouth against the hollow of my throat to lick the skin.

“Knox…” I pant, clutching his shoulders.

“Lie back,” he says, and I instantly obey.

Knox shoves my sweats and briefs down to my ankles before pushing his own jeans down his thighs.

He leans over me, and for a second I think he’s about to kiss me… until he reaches past my shoulder and grabs a—wait, is that coconut oil?

Knox flips open the bottle.

He pours a large amount over our hardening cocks, and hooks his hands under my knees, lifting my legs onto his broad shoulders.

He presses my thighs tightly together and slides his cock between them, his length grinding against mine and—fuck!

This feels divine.

His moans, the heat, the overwhelming friction… it feels almost as if he’s inside me, desperately, trying to make me his.

So I close my eyes and pretend he is.

Because how incredible would it be if Knox wanted me so badly that he broke his own rule and took me completely?

“Fuck, Prince… I’m close…”

“On my chest,” I choke out, and he obeys.

Panting, Knox drops my legs and grunts, his release splashing all over my stomach and chest.

He hauls me up into a sitting position and captures my lips in a kiss so damn magical it makes me believe, just for a second, that he might ask to keep this going.

But that hope shatters the moment he pulls away.

“No!… more…” I beg, my hands clinging tightly to his shoulders. “Please, Knox…”