He had no place here. No place in her life, her thoughts, or the sexual pleasure she had found with Knox.
His wet fingers had moved to the opening of her channel, pausing to look up at her before entering, as if waiting for her permission.
Ellie moved her hands to cradle his face. “Please,” was all she could say.
But it was enough, Knox’s fingers now pushing inside her. He thrust them in slowly and deliberately, releasing more of her juices. That increased wetness allowed his fingers to thrust deeper until they were able to stroke against a sensitive bundle inside her. A single touch instantly increased her feelings of ecstasy.
Ellie could only assume that it was the G-spot.
Something she had believed to be a myth until now!
Something most men said was a myth.
That Andrew had said didn’t exist!
Damn Andrew, she swore inwardly again. He had no place here with her and Knox. Absolutely none!
The more Knox stroked that bundle of nerves inside her, the deeper her pleasure became. Seconds, minutes of that relentless thrusting, along with the thrust of Knox’s moist tongue against her clit, and it all became too much to contain.
Instead, the moment Knox moved up to suckle one of her nipples, drawing on it deeply, a kaleidoscope of orgasmic colors exploded behind Ellie’s closed lids. The duology of pleasure had set off an orgasm that continued to shake and tremble through her body for several minutes.
Intense.
Endless.
So beautiful.
“Do you want to see the effect you have on me?” Knox prompted gruffly.
Ellie opened her eyes to look down to where Knox had now shifted so that he was lying on his side, his jeans unfastened, the long length of his thick and engorged cock released from the confines of his boxers.
“See what you do to me,” he encouraged as his hand curled around that thickness and he began to stroke up and down the turgid length.
Ellie couldn’t have looked away if she had wanted to, fascinated by the juices escaping from the slit at the top of Knox’s cock before leaking down onto his hand. That creamy release increased as his fingers tightened and his hand began to pump faster and faster.
His eyes were dark and tortured when he looked up at her. “Are you okay if I?—”
“Please, do it!” she encouraged fiercely. “Come all over me. I want it!”
No sooner had she spoken the words than cum began to spurt from the tip of his cock, the hot release pumping copiously onto her bare stomach and thighs.
Knox knew the exact moment that Ellie remembered exactly where they were and that her PA and receptionist were only feet away behind the locked door of her office.
She gave a sudden, mortified groan, her face paling. She also closed her eyes, as if by doing so she could shut out what had just happened between them.
They had been lying on the couch together until that moment, indulging in the best post-orgasmic euphoria Knox had ever experienced. He never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately, Ellie had other ideas now that she was fully conscious of their surroundings.
Knox’s hand on her arm prevented any attempt to cover herself. “I like you covered in my cum,” he admitted gruffly when she looked at him for an explanation. “In fact…” He began to rub the warm release into her skin with the palm of his hand.
Ellie snorted. “You aren’t a wild animal marking its territory!”
“Aren’t I?” He lifted his brows. “Because I think that’s exactly what I am and what I’m doing.”
Her eyes widened incredulously. “And if I don’t want to be marked?”
“Then I’ll keep making love to you, marking you, until you do want it,” he dismissed, as if the answer was obvious.