Soulless Knight (Sins of Knight Mafia Trilogy 1)

“Yes,” she cried as we lost our damn minds. “Don’t. You. Stop,” she demanded as I watched her disappear into an orgasm. The way her body succumbed to her ecstasy was something to watch. The trembling began to take over. I was going to come like this if I didn’t slow down. The condoms were in my pocket on the floor. Shit. I couldn’t pull away. Not while she was coming on my cock. Squeezing it. Coating it with heat and pleasure.

I pumped in and out. Sliding against her tight pussy walls. Fuck. Me.

She glanced over her shoulder, sucking on her lip, watching me take her from behind. My chest tightened at the same time the base of my spine began to sing with electrical pulses. The instinct to bury everything I had inside her was hard to fight.

One gush before I was able to pull out. I groaned, fisting my shaft as I came on her back. Kennedy panted, slowing from the orgasm. Our bodies stilled. Our breathing was heavy.

“Don’t move. I’ll grab a towel.” I hopped off the side of the bed and returned. She hadn’t changed positions.

“Thanks,” she whispered as I cleaned her back. I followed the lines of her hips. I cupped her gorgeous ass.

“Damn, Kennedy. Your body…” I didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

She rolled on her back, rolling her wrists back and forth. “Thank you?”

I chuckled, tossing the towel across the room.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. Early? Who the hell knows?” I wanted to pounce on her again. I felt giddy like I was seventeen.

She pushed forward. “I need to check my voicemails. I had messages last night I ignored. I have a legal meeting today. I can’t stay in bed. Renee’s expecting me.”

“What kind of legal meetings?” I pried.

“It’s about a casino I’m building. I’ve run into legislative issues.”

The giddy feeling sank into a pit. Fuck. I wasn’t going to admit what I had done. It was business. I had to rebuild everything my father lost. I had to restore the fortune. Reclaim our name. We were New Orleans royalty. Everything I did for the organization was to protect the Corban legacy. For now, that secret was safe. I was sorry that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted this time. I couldn’t let the Crescent Towers project happen.

“Let’s skip everything we planned. Order room service. Drive to the beach. Whatever we can do to ignore real life.”

She laughed. “Funny. I run a multi-billion-dollar organization. I don’t have days off. Hand me my phone? If I don’t check in with Kimble in the next few minutes he will freak out and show up with a gun pointed at your face.”

“He always points a gun at my face.”

She shrugged. “True. It’s his job.”

I strolled to the foyer table and walked back through the suite with her phone.

“We are going to have breakfast.” I eyed her.

“I need my phone.”

“Breakfast?”

She sighed. “Yes, breakfast.” She smiled slyly.

I handed her her purse and walked to the bathroom while she checked in with her bodyguard. I brushed my teeth and started the shower.

I cracked the door. “Join me?”

She nodded. The phone was pressed to her ear. “Just a few more minutes,” she mouthed.

“I’ll start without you.” I winked, closing the door so the steam could collect inside.

I stepped inside the shower. The water felt good. So did the bath last night. We had talked for hours. Had tub sex. More sex. Talked again until we fell asleep.

I lathered the soap between my palms. I kept watching the door, waiting for Kennedy. I thought I heard the outside door slam. I turned off