Page 34 of Knox

“Yes… Knox…” he groans.

And just like that, the sound of my name on his tongue shatters something inside me.

I rip the headset off, throw it to the floor, and head for the balcony.

I vault over the railing onto his balcony, shove the glass doors open, and storm into his bedroom.

Shock flashes across Cillian’s face, but it vanishes within a second, instantly morphing back into lust and need.

Fuck!

He looks better than I expected.

“Wanna join?” he asks, his gaze never wavering from mine while his fist keeps working his cock.

“Quit this shit, Cillian.”

“I can’t... I haven’t cum.”

“You have. Twice,” I say, and the asshole smirks.

“Counting, are we?”

“It’s my job to know everything that happens in this room.”

“Seriously? I had no idea.”

I glare at him, but instead of stopping, Cillian smiles and shifts against the pillows, angling his hips and arching his back so the moonlight gives me the perfect lighting to view his body; his long, sandy-brown hair falling over his shoulders… and dear Lord!

This man is as beautiful as he is infuriating.

Probably even more.

“Aahh…” Another breathy moan escapes him, his gray-blue eyes never once leaving mine.

I walk closer to him and lean toward the bed, but instead of touching him, I take his blanket and throw it on top of him.

“Stop this. Now,” I growl.

Cillian laughs, pushes the blanket down, slides his legs over the edge of the bed, and stands up.

He walks toward me, and I try to step backward, but a damn couch is in the way.

Who the fuck has a living room in the middle of their bedroom?

Cillian reaches me and stops fractions of an inch before our bodies touch. He’s so close that even with my shirt on, I can still feel the heat radiating from his skin against my chest.

“Like I said… I haven’t finished.” He raises his hand, his fingertips tracing a line up the side of my neck. “You know… for an annoying asshole, your skin is incredibly soft.”

“I exfoliate. Now cut the shit, Cillian.”

“If you quit your job, I’ll quit this, too.”

“That is never going to happen. So do yourself a favor. Stop being a fucking brat and get back in bed.”

And then, without thinking, I make a colossal mistake.

I raise my hand and press my palm against his naked shoulder to push him away from my body.