He gyrated his pelvis as he stroked in and out.

“Don’t stop. Don’t go faster.”

His arms began to shake, and he bent his head to flick the sweet spot on her neck with his tongue. That tease elicited a gasp, and she held his head there with an iron grip.

The fog of lust had dissipated into a sensual haze where his sole focus was on the precise way he fucked her. A slow grinding glide, a hard thrust. His world boiled down to the hot clasp of her pussy around his shaft, her hand fisting his hair and his mouth at her throat.

“Yes. Now.”

Knox pulled her skin between his teeth and sucked, sending her entire body into spasms.

By the time her tremors subsided, sweat dripped down his back and dampened his chest.

Shiori’s palms smoothed over his cheeks, and she tipped his head back to look at him. “You did well.”

“It was all for you.”

“Now it’s your turn.” She brushed her lips across his. “Ask me.”

“Please, Nushi, let me come.”

“Come for me now.”

He slammed into her one last time, and immediately one of the most powerful orgasms of his life roared through him. As the pulses slowed and stopped, he realized why everything had felt so damn good from the start, why his sensitivity was heightened. It had nothing to do with a Domme-sub encounter; it was because they’d forgotten a condom.

Shit.

When he tried to pull out, Shiori’s heels dug into the backs of his legs. “Stay still.”

“Dammit, Shiori, we forgot a condom.”

She froze.

Knox looked at her. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not an excuse—”

“It’s okay. It’s more my fault than yours because I’m supposed to be looking out for you.”

He rested his forehead to hers. “How about we just say we both fucked up?”

“Okay.” She ran her hands over his head. “Kind of a buzz-kill.”

“Yeah. But it was goddamn great before that.”

“I thought so too.” She pressed her lips to his. “This is not a big deal. I can take one of those ‘oops’ pills in the morning and we’ll be covered.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“Does that mean you’re not interested in coming home with me tonight?”

“Are you asking me?”

“Yes.” Knox let his lips trail down her temple and cheek. He nuzzled her ear. “I’d like you in my bed all night. This offer does include breakfast in the morning and a workout partner.”

“Do you have condoms?”

His heart rate spiked. “A brand-new box. I had them for the other night, but it turned out we didn’t need them.”

She laughed. “Maybe we’ll need them tonight.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” Knox pulled out and set Shiori on her feet. As they righted their clothes, he remembered he’d ridden to the club with Fisher. The thought of going back in and trying to act normal caused his stomach to knot.

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t drive.”

She shrugged. “I can call for a ride from my car service.”

“We’ll take a cab.”

“And that’s different from a car service . . . how? Besides, cabs smell bad and they’re more dangerous.”

The difference was he’d be paying for the cab. Not having the billionaire heiress squiring him around. “We’re taking a cab.”

A hand slapped on his chest and he looked at her.

“Eyes on the ground.”

Shit. He dropped his gaze.

“This is not a time for your pride. This is about convenience and economy. I pay a monthly fee to have a car available to me twenty-four-seven. It’s a waste of your money to get a cab. So you can just suck it up and enjoy the ride. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She pulled out her cell phone. “And while you’re enjoying the ride, try to come up with a suitable apology for butting into a situation I had under control.”

“You mean the guy you were spanking?”

“Yes. And did he really deserve the threat of what you’d do to him if he ever looked at me again?”

Knox balled his hands into fists. “With all due respect, ma’am, that low-life fucker didn’t deserve your attention. He certainly didn’t appreciate it, and I didn’t appreciate the way he looked at you.”