Heartless Knight (Sins of Knight Mafia Trilogy 2)

“Yes. That’s what I’m looking for. An honest answer, to a dirty deal.”

He sighed. “I found out too late about where those guys were on votes. It was unrelated. But it came down to what votes I needed, versus what you needed. I needed the bill to pass that said tech had a right to discovery. It was the only way to secure the investment.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, knowing I would have made the same decision. I would have done anything to pass my own bill, damn anyone who got in my way. Was that the truth? Could I believe him?

“Did I answer all your questions?” he asked.

Did it even matter?

“For now,” I responded.

“Good.” His eyes lit the way the lightning canvassed the room. “I’m done with business for the night.”

I shook my head. “I didn’t say I was.”

“Too bad.” He grabbed the empty glass from my hand and tossed it on the floor. “I think there are better ways to spend a tropical depression.”

I moaned the instant our lips met. I wrapped my fingers around his neck as his tongue found mine, tangling and flicking more possessively than before. I leaned against his body, knowing it by heart. I tried to forget it, but it was impossible not to remember how we aligned. How I fit against him. With him.

He kissed me harder and longer. I lost my breath.

His hands threaded through mine, drawing them from his shoulders. He maneuvered me to the bed. The plan was going off the rails. It probably had the instant Kimble showed him into my apartment.

8

Knight

Did she have any idea what she was doing? I doubted she knew the effect her body had on me. Her voice. Her long hair. The scent of her shampoo. The back of Kennedy’s legs hit the bed. I lowered her gently to the mattress, pulling the tie on her belt. It made a swish sound as I release it from her waist.

The fabric fell to the side of her chest. I growled, realizing she wasn’t wearing a bra. I quickly lowered my head to her right nipple. Lashing over it with my tongue. Teasing it with my teeth. Kennedy seized in air, gripping the back of my head. She pressed hard against the back of my head. I wanted to inhale her.

“Shit,” she murmured. “Knight.” I fucking loved it when she called my na

me.

I smiled with her tit in my mouth. I’d always loved her breasts. Perfect. Round. Full as I cupped them with my hands.

But she caught me off guard when suddenly she wiggled out from under me and was planted on top of my body.

“What the fuck?” I stared at her mischievous smile.

“Something wrong?” she purred.

“No,” I answered. “Not at all.” I folded my arms behind my head.

I watched in amazement as she shimmied out of the layers she wore. I finally realized it was a one-piece ensemble, wrapped and tethered to her body with a single band. It landed in a pool of fabric at the foot of the bed. I inhaled deeply, taking in the pure beauty of her naked body. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever been with. Nothing had changed.

“Kennedy,” I growled, but she hushed me with a single kiss before she began to slide along my body, dragging the athletic shorts she had given me with her to the floor. Shit. My cock bobbed forward. Hard and aching for her. There was no way to hide the want I had for her.

The woman was on a mission. Her eyes were hungry. Ravenous. She crawled toward me. I moved backward on the bed, giving her space to operate. I threaded the T-shirt over my head and tossed it across the room.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groaned as her lips began to hover over my dick. It was throbbing. The vein along the side pulsed with the rhythm of her breath. She leaned forward, her tongue lightly caressing the tip, tasting, hesitating. Driving me fucking wild. She licked the full length from root to tip, like she owned me. Owned my fucking cock.

“Mmm.” She opened her mouth with a slow kiss.

I watched in awe as she assessed what she was dealing with. My shaft was wide, but Kennedy was ready for it. Her gorgeous lips opened as I fed her the width, pushing farther with each breath. She sucked, taking me deeper each time. There was a sexy determination in her eyes. She wasn’t intimidated. The storm raged on outside her bedroom.

My head rushed with blood as she swirled her tongue with precision, slowly building pressure. Sucking. Dragging me deeper in her throat. I grunted, knowing I was getting to a dangerous place on the scale. It wouldn’t take much to tip me toward coming in her mouth.