“Knox . . .”

“Do you like the way I fuck you, Nushi?”

“Yes.”

He sucked the tender skin below her ear. “I want to take that sweet little asshole of yours like this someday. Getting it good and stretched out with my tongue before I ram my cock in hard.” He nuzzled the back of her neck. “Tell me you’ll let me do anything to you that makes you scream when you come.”

“Anything.” She panted. “Anything I tell you to do.”

“Tell me what will make you come now.”

“I’m so close. Faster on my clit. And your mouth—”

“I know where you want my mouth,” he growled. Then he pulled harder on her hair, forcing her to give him access to the spot she was protecting. He latched on to it with his teeth and sucked hard, flicking her clit and managing to keep the slamming rhythm of his cock.

He knew the instant she started to come; one hand left the window and got a death grip on his hair. Her cunt muscles contracted around his dick, and her clit spasmed beneath his stroking finger.

“Fuck, yes, oh yes.” Shiori didn’t scream, but she gasped and moaned through every pulsing throb until he heard her voice turning hoarse.

After the storm of pleasure ebbed, she curled her hand around the back of his neck and pressed the side of her face into his. “You . . . that . . .” She sighed. “Yeah, I love the way you fuck.”

He wondered if she’d noticed the grinding of his teeth and how he’d slowed his thrusts to keep himself in check.

Shiori angled her face to capture his lips. After teasing him with almost kisses and an exchange of breaths, she said, “Thank you for this.” Another lick on the inside of his bottom lip because the woman knew how crazy that made him. “You rocked me.”

“My pleasure. Mistress, can I come?”

“Yes.” She returned her hand to the window, knowing he’d finish this with sheer force.

Knox curled both hands into her hips, anchoring her to receive these last few pile-driving thrusts. He watched himself plunging into her until that moment when his balls lifted and his orgasm jetted through him in pulsating waves.

It felt so fucking good to be sated and soft within her hot walls that he kept pumping even after that last blast.

Shiori didn’t stop him. Didn’t say, “Enough. Pull out.” She just let him come down from his orgasmic high gradually. She got him. Every single time she knew what he needed and found a way to give it to him.

No wonder he worshipped her.

Immediately after Knox eased out, he helped her down from the ledge. He turned her around and kissed her for a good, long time, knowing that’s what she wanted. Bodies and mouths touching, not to establish her dominance, but to strengthen their bond.

Once he was certain she had regained her sense of balance, he dropped to his knees, despite the awkwardness of having his pants around his ankles. He didn’t ask for permission since she’d given him the appearance of his being in charge. He lowered his mouth to her pussy, using his thumbs to get at the sweet pearl already returning to hiding within her pink folds. He sucked gently but relentlessly until she came against his mouth. He drank her orgasm down, swallowing her juices like fine wine.

She petted his hair afterward. “Being with you is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, Knox.”

“I’m striving to make a good impression.”

“You’ve succeeded. Thank you. Now we need to get dressed.”

Even dressing separately wasn’t uncomfortable, which proved to him how easy it was being with her. Shiori didn’t play mind games. She didn’t try to trick him or trip him up so she could punish him. She simply . . . enjoyed him, in whatever manner she chose.

And it was a real boost to his ego that he could make her mindless, that he could make her come so hard she couldn’t breathe or speak. That she’d chosen him to be part of all that with her.

“What are you thinking about so hard, over there?” she asked.

Knox buttoned his shirt, watching as she did the same. “That you’re right. We need to have more fights.”

She laughed.

“Seriously, is it all right if I look for activities we can do together that keep the competitive nature alive between us?”

Her eyes softened. “I’d love that.”

“Cool.” He opened the door to let her leave first.

Right as they walked out of the supply closet, Deacon walked into the office.

Deacon looked from Shiori to Knox and then to the closet. “Were you two fucking around in the supply closet?” He paused and held up his hand. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”