He leans down and kisses me once on the forehead, and then, when I release him, once on the lips. “That was the best damn orgasm of my life.”
I collapse back onto the bed, boneless and grinning like a fool.
I gave Knox St. James the best orgasm of his life. Me. Ava Washington.
It’s surreal, and I’m absurdly proud of the accomplishment.
He pulls back the comforter and tucks me into bed with his eight million pillows, and then he disappears from the room.
This time, I don’t worry about where he’s gone. I know he’ll be back, hopefully with a snack because I was too stressed to eat dessert earlier.
He returns a few minutes later, carrying a plate with several thick slices of chocolate chip pumpkin bread.
“You’re going to spoil me,” I warn, though the scent of the bread already has my mouth watering.
Knox chuckles. “That’s the plan.”
He climbs into bed beside me and settles the plate on his lap. Then he grabs a fork and feeds me a bite of his latest creation.
My eyes roll back in my head. The bread is moist and flavorful, and the semi-sweet chocolate is the perfect complement to the pumpkin flavor.
“Oh wow. This might be better than the cookies.” He grins and offers me another bite. “Between all the treats and this big, cozy bed, which is way more comfortable than mine, I might never leave.”
“You’re welcome to come over any time and make yourself at home.”
I shake my head. “That’s not going to happen. This is just sex, remember? Sleepovers in your bed would be begging to get caught.”
His expression turns serious. “Either way, I want you to have a key. Like Coach said, in case of emergency.”
“Knox—”
“I’m serious, Ava. What if you get locked out again? Or what if something happens and you need help? I want to know you can get to me, and that you have a safe place to go if you ever need it.”
My chest tightens at the sincerity in his voice. “Okay.”
We finish the pumpkin bread in comfortable silence, and I curl up next to him, my head resting on his chest.
I stroke his cock absently, tracing lazy patterns along his shaft.
To my shock, it starts to harden beneath my touch.
“Are you kidding me?” I sit up, staring at him in disbelief. “You must have the world’s fastest recovery time.”
He grins, looking entirely too smug. “Just one of the many benefits of being an elite athlete.”
“Oh, really?” I rub my thumb over the head of his cock. “What are the other benefits?”
His eyes darken, and he rolls me onto my back, caging me beneath his body. “It’s better if I show you.”
15
KNOX
“Perfect.”Ava smiles up at me from where I have her pinned to the mattress. “I’ve always been a hands-on learner.”
As if to emphasize her point, she snakes her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Her lips are swollen, and she tastes like pumpkin bread, chocolate, and sex.
It just might be my new favorite combination.