Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Throwing the blankets back, I get out of bed and grab my things before quietly tiptoeing across the room. I open the door and peek out into the hallway. Knight’s bedroom door is wide open, but I can hear the shower running, and I let out a sigh of relief before traipsing down the hallway to the main bathroom.
I quickly pee before splashing water over my face, and for just a moment, I consider taking his shirt off and putting my rain-soaked clothes back on. After a moment of reflection, I decide that if he wants it back, he’s going to have to peel it off my body. Preferably extra slow with those dark eyes locked on mine and a promise to turn me into his sweet little cream pie.
After finding a new toothbrush in the drawer, I get myself ready for the day. At some point, I’m going to have to take a quick power nap before returning to work tonight. Not that it’s really in my best interest to keep working through all of this, but I’m not about to neglect my career for this asshole stalker.
I brush my long hair with my fingers before pulling it up into a messy bun. I can deal with it properly when I get home. It’s a hot mess, and after being hit with the rain last night, the flyaway hairs have become a real problem.
The little makeup I put on before work last night is mostly smeared across the pillow in the spare bedroom, but what managed to survive the night still looks acceptable, and with that in mind, I make my break for it.
Taking all of my shit with me, I creep back out into the hallway, and still hearing the running shower, I smile to myself. He’s not catching me out today. After the night I’ve had, along with the lack of sleep, I can’t be trusted to make good decisions.
I’m going to have to schedule a meeting with Laith ASAP and start punching that loyalty card hardcore.
Making my way down the hall, I hold my breath, trying to be as quiet as a mouse, when a deep, delicious groan sounds through the house.
“Ahhhh, fuck.”
Whaaaaaat?
I come to a dead stop in the center of the hallway, my breath catching in my throat as my heart leaps into action, madly pounding. Is he . . . ? No. There’s no fucking way.
“Mmmm.”
Sweet baby Jesus. He is.
Knight Slater is jerking off in the shower. Good lord, have all my Christmases arrived at once? What the hell have I done to deserve such a heavenly gift sent directly from the big man upstairs?
Maybe Knight thought I’d already snuck out. Or perhaps that ego of his is simply too big that he doesn’t give a shit what I overhear. He’s putting on a show, and if that’s the case, it would be rude not to appreciate a performance.
Nerves pulse through my veins, threatening to pull me under, but I haven’t had a coffee yet, and I can’t be held accountable for the stupid things I do.
Turning on my heel, I creep back up the hallway, pausing in front of Knight’s open bedroom door.
My bottom lip catches between my teeth, and as I let out a shaky breath, I finally step inside. My nerves take on a life of their own. They’re electrifying, and as I put one foot in front of the other, another soft groan fills the room.
A heavy pulse thrums between my thighs, and my breath comes in faster. Just a few more steps, and I’ll be there. Steam flows out the open ensuite door, and I find myself hovering in the doorway, my shoulder propped against the frame.
This is the boldest thing I’ve ever done in my whole life, and yet I can’t bring myself to turn around and leave.
My gaze shifts toward the shower, and I thank the Michael B. Jordan gods that his shower is entirely glass. Knight is completely naked, and the water rushing off his sculpted body makes my mouth water. Every delicious, tattooed inch of him is perfect. So fucking tall with those broad shoulders and his wide chest. The deep ridges of his abs trail down to the most breathtaking V, and then finally, that massive, thick, veiny cock in the palm of his hand.
I suck in a gasp.
His muscles bulge and flex with his movements, and his eyes are closed as he works his fist up and down his impressive length. Soft grunts and groans fill the small bathroom, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
Knight rolls his head back as his tight fist works up to his tip and the thick column of his throat bobs as the pleasure works through his body. His eyes open just a fraction, meeting mine through the steam-filled bathroom, and for a moment, I panic.