Page 55 of Knox

“I am not.”

I lean even closer, my lips brushing his earlobe with every word I whisper. “Then don’t interrupt me when I’m talking to him.”

Cillian hits my chest with both hands, and normally, he wouldn’t be able to move me, but the sudden shove catches me off guard, creating just enough space for him to slip past me.

“Fine. You go fuck your idol, and I’ll go pick up some guys from the pool.” He stops a few steps away, looking back over his shoulder and smiles. “Just make sure you turn off my bedroom audio tonight. I’m not sure your K-drama friend over there would appreciate the noises those men will have me making all night.”

A blinding wave of anger hits me, and I completely lose it.

Before he can touch the doorknob, I catch his wrist and wrench him back.

Our bodies collide, and I trace my hand up the nape of his neck, burying my fingers into his damp hair and fisting it, forcing his head back.

“Pretty mouthy for someone who isn’t jealous.”

“I am not jealous!”

“Well, I am,” I admit, and crash my mouth into his.

The kiss is scorching, a collision of the anger, stress, and the jealousy we’ve been suppressing for weeks.

I part his lips with mine and slide my tongue into his mouth, devouring him completely and tasting the wine he loves so much.

Cillian groans against my lips, his fingernails digging through my shirt, clinging to me as if he’s drowning.

And in a way, we are.

We are drowning in each other’s pleasure, each other’s scent, and the raw, fucking overwhelming need we have for one another.

I back Cillian up until the edge of the desk hits his thighs.

I lift him, laying him back across the wood, scattering some files to the floor.

I press my weight over him, our mouths never breaking connection as we grind against each other, the friction driving me insane.

“Knox…” he whimpers against my mouth, his thighs parting wider, inviting me closer.

I curl my tongue around his, claiming his mouth as I slam my hips hard against his in a slow pace that is making my head spin.

Lord…

I want to pin his arms above his head and bury myself inside him.

I want to hook his knees over my shoulders and reach so deep that he won’t be able to do anything but moan and pant my name.

I grip his hips, grinding against him as a wave of pleasure so intense floods my body, and it takes my breath away.

“Knox…” he gasps, sounding as lost and breathless as I am.

His hands move to my waist, and his fingers slide beneath the waistband of my pants.

BA-BAAAM!

The sudden explosion of fireworks thunders through the office, followed by the distant cheering of the crowd outside.

Oh, fuck.

I tear my mouth away, chest heaving, and leap back from the desk. My heart is beating like crazy… worse than it has during any of my Delta Force training exercises or any Harknett raid.