Chapter 117 My Pussy For Breakfast

Chapter 117 My Pussy For Breakfast
Emma.

Two days later

I stand in the bathroom staring at my reflection. Water still drips from my wet hair onto my shoulders. The white fluffy towel clings to my body. My heart beats a little too fast even though today should feel exciting. The product launch is finally here. Everyone at the company has been buzzing about it for weeks. I should be smiling. Instead my stomach twists with nerves.

It is not even about the event. Knox handles the speeches and the spotlight. I stay in the background like always, checking details, making sure nothing falls apart. That part I can handle. 

What messes with my head is Monica. His ex-wife. The way she looked at me the last time we crossed paths. Like she knows every secret I try to bury. Like she sees right through the careful lies Knox and I tell the world. 

I should have told him about that confrontation days ago. My fingers press against my temple. Stupid. Why did I push it out of my mind? I can still tell him today. It is not too late. Right?

I lean closer to the mirror. A small red mark catches my eye on the side of my neck. My breath stops for a second. I trace it with shaky fingertips. A hickey. Knox's mark. Heat creeps up my cheeks. A naughty little smile pulls at my lips before I can stop it. 

A few nights ago we lost control. Wild, rough and explosive. His hands  were everywhere. His mouth claimed every inch of me until I could barely breathe. Then Mom showed up and everything stopped cold. The memory alone makes my core tighten. I squeeze my thighs together. God. Just thinking about him inside me again sends a rush of warmth straight between my legs.

I know I said we were done. I tried to end it. But Knox never really lets go. And honestly? I do not want him to stop anymore. The guilt used to choke me. Now it feels quieter. We want each other. Simple as that. We just need to be smarter, and careful. No one can find out.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I rush out of the bathroom and grab it. Ethan's name lights up the screen. A real smile spreads across my face this time. Not because I want him that way. Just because he feels safe. Easy. Like a friend should.

His message pops up.  

Ethan: Hi, Em. Are you ready for the product launch?

I giggle before I type back.  

Me: Em? Is that a new nickname?

Three dots dance. Then his reply.  

Ethan: Uhm, you don't like it? How about Emy?

Me: Now that sounds perfect. I have to get ready now. See you.

Ethan: Alright. You want a ride?

Me: I'm sure you don't want Knox to chew your head off.

I laugh out loud. Knox gets so jealous around Ethan. He tries to hide it but he fails miserably.

Ethan: That's true. I don't want the dragon lord to set me in flames.

Dragon lord. I fall onto the bed laughing so hard my stomach hurts. Oh I love that. I can already picture Knox's grumpy face if he ever hears it.

Me: Dragon lord? Wait till he hears it. He's so grumpy. Okay, bye.

Still smiling I set the phone down. The crimson silk dress Knox bought me lies folded on the bed. Beautiful and expensive. Perfect for tonight's after-party at Mr. Carter's place. Not for the launch though. It's too much. And too attention-grabbing. 

I pick out a simple black skirt and cream top instead. Light makeup. Hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Professional. Safe.

I grab my bag and head downstairs. My heart picks up speed again when I see Knox at the dining table. His back is to me. He speaks low into his phone. I freeze. Eyes dart around like someone might catch us even though the house feels empty.

The call ends. He turns slowly. Those gray eyes lock onto me and everything else disappears.

"Uhm, hi," I mumble.

"Emma." His gaze slides down my body then back up. "I didn't realize you were standing there. You're not wearing the dress I got you?"

"I can't wear that to the launch. It's for the party later."

He nods. A slow smile curves his lips. "Perfect. I can't wait to see you in it."

My pulse jumps. I glance around again. Nervous. I'm always nervous around him.

"Your mom left earlier," he says quietly. Like he knows exactly what I am thinking.

Relief mixes with something hotter. His eyes gleam with that dark hungry look I know too well.

"I should head to the hotel," I say. My voice shakes a little.

He does not answer right away. Instead he steps toward me. Slow and deliberate. Every move makes my breath catch.

"Not so fast, baby." His voice drops low. "I need you to warm me up real quick."

I swallow hard. I back up until my shoulders hit the wall. No more room to run. He closes the distance in a heartbeat. One hand pins both of mine above my head. His body presses against me. Hard. Warm. I feel him everywhere.

His free hand slides under my skirt. Fingers brush my thigh. Then he goes higher. He hooks my panties to the side. No warning. Just one thick finger pushing deep inside my already wet pussy.

I gasp. My hips jerk forward on instinct.

His lips graze my ear. Hot breath sends shivers down my spine. "I want to have you for breakfast before the product launch, baby."

My mind spins. We are going to be late. People are waiting. The launch. The speeches. Everything. But my body does not care. It melts against him. My pussy clenches around his finger as he curls it just right. Slow strokes that make my knees weak.

I should stop him. I know I should. But all I can think is how good he feels. How much I missed this. How much I need him right now.

"Knox..." His name slips out like a plea.

He chuckles low against my neck. "That's it, baby. Say my name again."

His thumb finds my clit. Circles it with perfect pressure. My head falls back against the wall. A soft moan escapes before I can trap it.

We are playing with fire again. But God help me, I do not want to stop.