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I take a deep breath, and my hand moves to trail my stomach.

Would Knox know how to touch this softly?

Or would he be rough in bed?

Taking everything he wants.

I squeeze my thigh and moan.

Whoa!—No.

The fuck are you doing, Cillian!

Ugh… Knox probably heard that and—wait!

Yes… That’s genius.

I remove my pajama pants and toss them to the floor, feeling the sheets cool against my bare back.

Let’s see how he handles a distraction.

I shift on the bed, slowly sliding my hand down the front of my boxers, wrapping my fingers around my length.

I’m already semi-hard just from thinking about his hands, but the thrill of what I’m about to do makes me even harder.

I take a deep breath and let it out as a shaky exhale. “Ah…”

The sound vibrates in the bedroom, and I can’t help but imagine Knox freezing, his spine stiffening as he freaks out.

I begin to stroke myself, keeping the pace slow but deliberate, letting the friction build.

I close my eyes and imagine Knox leaning into me, his piercing eyes trapping mine, his jaw clenched tight, his breathing ragged.

Looking like a mess.

So damn sexy.

My hips twitch, and a jolt of heat shoots to my core, thicker and better than I ever expected.

Fuck!

I’m playing a dangerous game, but the line between teasing him and teasing myself is blurring way too fast.

I pick up the rhythm, my skin growing hot, my thumb smearing the slick pre-cum over the head.

“Ahhh…”

I lean into it, arching my back off the mattress and moaning as wildly as I can.

I want him to picture exactly what I’m doing in my room, completely naked over the sheets, moaning and panting in his ear.

My breathing fragments into shallow pants.

I throw my head back into the pillows, my friction increasing, the pleasure coiling so tight in my gut it makes my toes curl.

I’m right on the edge, so I move my hand faster, losing myself in the fiction and the idea of him.

“Ahhh!! Yes…”