The Billionaire's Secret Kink Box Set: Knox: Secret Alpha Billionaire Romance Bundle (Rosesson Brothers Book 1) (22 page)

Knox moved swiftly, locking his lips onto hers, feeling himself growing hard again. He found her hand and brought it to his shaft, forcing her fingers closed around it, then hooked a finger under her panties and stripped them from her body in one fluid movement. "Not even close, gorgeous. You made me come too quickly. But that won't happen again. I've got plans for you. Big plans. Long and hard plans. Pounding plans that are going to end with you begging me for mercy. I've finally got you in my bed and I'm going to take full advantage of it."

Mica groaned deep in her throat, her eyes half-lidded, pure sex written across her face. Knox felt his cock grow harder still at the noise she made. He thought women's fuck-me noises were just as sexy as their asses or their breasts or their eyes or hair. To Knox, a sexy moan or a feminine gasp were guaranteed to make his cock rigid and unreasonable. He had never been one to watch the many videos he had of women in the green room, but he had been known to play back just the soundtrack and take himself in hand on a lonely night. Something he hoped was over forever.

A sudden, crushing realization dropped into Knox's thoughts. He was in love. He loved her, no matter what had happened in the past, what she'd changed her name to, or who was after her. He was in love with Mica and he'd die before he let anyone get to her.

Knox pulled Mica close to him, kissing her neck so she wouldn't see the glaring truth on his face. She hadn't promised him anything, had barely given in to just one night. But she was here now. He swore he wouldn't scare her away. He would take it one moment at a time and do whatever he had to, to make Mica his forever.

Knox swallowed the lump in his throat and focused on pleasing his woman. He rolled her over on the bed, covering her body with his own, his lips traveling from her neck down to her breasts. Her hands played over his chest and back, overwhelming him with touch. It would take him a while to get used to that. But he would. For her.

Knox held himself up on his left elbow as his right hand ran up her side, catching her arm and pinning it above her again. Mica moaned in frustration, causing him to shift his weight and immediately catch her other arm and take it towards the headboard, hoping for more fuck-noises.

Mica rewarded him with several short mewling sounds, making him forget himself and suck hard enough on her nipple that it had to hurt. She bucked underneath him and let out another moan, causing him to switch breasts and try that again.

Knox forced her legs apart with his knees. He was dying to be inside her, to experience her, to do whatever he could to make her scream. With his free hand, he grasped his cock and brought it to her entrance, noting the slickness there. She was more than ready.

Knox pushed himself inside slightly, and then forcefully slammed home to where he was meant to be. Mica did scream and the noise almost pushed him over the edge. He grit his teeth and breathed as slowly as possible, slowing his movements, not wanting this to be over for hours.

The door to his bedroom pushed open and the sound of nails tik-tik-tiking on the hardwood floor caught his attention. He looked up to see Tiny barge in, his ears pricked forward.

"We're fine, Tiny. Out," he growled at the dog, never stopping his thrusts. Mica looked up and a grin played on her lips.

Tiny obeyed at once and Knox returned his focus to the goddess on the bed before him. She felt amazing, like he was having sex for the first time ever.

Maybe this was what it was like to make love instead of just fuck.

Knox clenched his jaw and shook his head, increasing his force and tempo. When had he turned into such a fucking sap? Next thing he knew he'd be braiding her hair and singing
I Will Always Love You
.

Mica moaned and writhed on the bed, occasionally trying to tug her hands out of his grasp.

"You like that pretty Mica? You like when I fuck you?" Knox asked, his eyes crossing at the pleasure.

"Yes, Knox. Oh God, yes," she breathed and Knox thought he'd never heard anything so beautiful.

He pushed her legs apart wider with his knees, then dropped a thumb to her clit, wanting her to come a dozen more times before he was through with her. Mica's fuck-noises exploded and Knox almost did too. He held himself back by sheer force of will and began to circle her swollen sex, occasionally swiping right over her clit with a soft movement.

Mica bucked underneath him and her breath came faster. Knox focused his attention where she needed it and began to slam into her single-mindedly. "Come for me pretty girl, come all over me. You can scream. No one will hear you."

Mica did both, letting out a long, tortured wail that did Knox in, especially when he felt her inner walls clench around him. He pressed forward in one more immense thrust, then added his moan to the mix, spilling inside of her in an intense orgasm that seemed to last forever, bringing them together in a way he'd never known before.

They finally pulled apart and Knox dropped down next to her, spent, but already planning his next attack.

Mica's eyes fluttered open and she stared at him. Knox smiled at her and kissed her on the tip of her nose. Mica smiled back, afterglow making her flush with color. Then a realization settled into her eyes and her gaze dropped down his body.

"Knox, you didn't wear a condom," she said cautiously.

Knox froze. No wonder it had felt so good. He'd never had sex without a condom in his life.

Way to go, dumbass
, he thought.
Way to not fucking scare her away.

Mica

Mica watched Knox's eyes go wide as he realized what he had done. She knew it was as much her fault as his. She could have stopped him at any time, but as caught up in the moment as she had been, a condom had never even entered her mind. It must have been the same for him.

She pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh, it's ok. I forgot too. I'm clean, and I'm sure you are ..."

Knox licked his lips. Mica watched his tongue and wondered what it would feel like against her clit, with her limbs restrained on the monster bed in the green room. She felt a deep blush cross her cheeks and dropped her head to Knox's chest to hide it from him.
She'd just had two mind-blowing orgasms and she already wanted him again?

"I am," Knox said, his voice low and husky.

Mica breathed deeply into Knox's chest, inhaling his clean, masculine scent, then realized that wasn't helping her arousal at all. She raised her head and spoke without thinking. "It's not the right time of the month for me to get pregnant either, so we should be safe."

Mica saw something deep flash across Knox's face as she said the words. Not fear. Longing? Yearning?

She bit her lip, wanting to ask, but knowing no promises had been made between them. Their relationship was new, untested, uncharted, undeclared. She would keep her distance from the complex questions for now.

A noise at the door made Knox turn his head. A dog whining.

"One of the dogs has to go outside," he said, half-sitting up.

Mica scrambled out of the bed, feeling suddenly awkward and unsure. She grabbed her clothes off the floor but as she began to pull them on she noticed blood on her slacks and her shirt. Knox's blood.

Knox saw it too. "Oh hey, let me take those. I bet I can get that out with hydrogen peroxide."

Mica handed them over, then grabbed up her panties. Ew. They were wet. She wasn't putting them back on. She balled them up tight in her hand, grimacing and hoping Knox wouldn't notice.

Knox grinned at her and held out his hand. "I'll just throw everything into the wash."

Mica handed over her wet panties, trying not to blush. Knox took them, palming them and looking like he was trying not to bring them to his face. Mica laughed at him and some of her awkwardness fled.

"You do your own laundry?" Mica asked.

"Sometimes," Knox said. "I cook too. We didn't have maids growing up, you know."

Mica crossed her arms across her chest, feeling cold and exposed. She didn't know.

Knox stood up, holding her clothes. "I'll be right back. Grab something out of my closet to wear."

Mica watched him pad naked out of the room, her eyes glued to his muscular ass. Her teeth clenched, wanting to bite it. She shook her head at herself and went to his closet, opening the door.

A large, neat, walk-in greeted her, with only a few pairs of shoes, but racks of jeans and work pants, several suits and tuxedoes, and an entire wall dedicated to shirts. Mica was glad she found no women's clothes. Nothing in fact, to suggest a woman had any place in his life. She rifled through the shirts, sniffing the air. The entire place smelled like Knox and she wanted to curl up and sleep in the corner.

Nah, you'll get to sleep in his arms tonight, that's a million times better.

Mica smiled at the thought and wondered at the circumstances that had brought them here. Life was a funny merry go-round sometimes. She picked out a dark blue dress shirt and slipped it on, buttoning a few buttons. It covered her ass and that was all she needed at the moment.

She walked out of the closet, but the room was still empty. She stepped to the door and stuck her head out, trying to figure out where Knox had gone.

Three doors down the hallway, light spilled out of a room. She heard Knox's voice. "Just a second, Lulu, just hold it one more second." The sound of a metal lid shutting reached her, and then she heard water running. Knox entered the hallway and the dog followed, staring up at him with adoring eyes. Mica felt the same way, especially since she got a full view of his entire naked body, thigh muscles bunching as he walked towards her.

His eyes softened as he saw her. When he reached her he slipped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. "You look amazing in my shirt. I'm going to leave that on you later when I fuck you again."

Mica shivered at his words, wondering how he could say something so wicked in such a sweet tone.

He pulled away from her. "Let me grab some clothes and then we'll take the dogs outside."

Mica nodded. Knox disappeared back into his bedroom. She pet Lulu until he reappeared, wearing only gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. Mica tried not to stare as he led her down the stairs but it was hard. Muscles most men didn't even have bunched in his back as he walked, begging for her touch.

When they reached the first floor, Knox called for Tiny, who appeared quickly. He let both dogs out and walked out onto the dark porch. Mica wondered what time it was. She didn't think she had eaten all day and her stomach was making noises.

Knox stepped back inside and called the gate guard on the intercom, inquiring about the contractors. "They left thirty minutes ago, boss. The gate is finished. I checked it already. It's secure and is locked up tight for the night."

Knox thanked the man, then called the two dogs back inside and told them to rest. Both immediately jumped on the couch like lap dogs and curled their bodies up, watching the walls with sleepy eyes. Knox turned to Mica. "How's food sound?"

"So good," Mica gushed, her mouth beginning to water.

"Follow me," Knox said, leading her into the kitchen. As they entered, Mica eyed the now-clean spot where she'd pressed the towel to his wound. "How's your arm?" she asked.

Knox rolled the shoulder. "A little sore but nothing unmanageable."

Knox walked around the kitchen island and opened the refrigerator, looking inside. "Wonton soup in five minutes or scalloped ham casserole in thirty?"

"Five minutes," Mica said, not wanting to wait. She took a moment to really take in the gorgeousness of his kitchen. He had an indoor grill with a scooped hood, miles of granite counter, and so much stainless steel it made her eyes hurt. She stood on the outside where the dining table was, a massive, oak table, butted up against a long, cozy booth, and lined with knotted, rustic chairs. She slid into the booth and ran her hand across the smooth wood.

Knox appeared and set two plates of cut cantaloupe down in front of her. Mica smiled at him and took a piece. He retreated back to the stove top where he had the soup already warming in a pot. Delicious smells filled the kitchen.

"So you didn't have maids when you were growing up?"

"Nope. We were never poor, but we weren't rich either. Dad didn't start making substantial money till he retired from the army when I was sixteen. My brothers and I did all the work around the house. We had a nanny to take care of us boys when we were little, but after my mom stopped talking she quit. I took care of everyone after that, getting everyone dressed and off to school, cooking dinner, doing the laundry, cleaning up. Daxton helped but the other two were too little then."

Mica watched his back, her eyes wide. She'd never heard this before. "How old were you?"

"Ten."

Mica blinked, thinking about her own life at ten years old.

"Your mom stopped talking when you were ten?"

Knox didn't say anything for a few minutes and Mica wondered how much it bothered him. She could see him ladling soup into bowls. He turned and came her way, placing a bowl of soup in front of her, then going back for two more bowls. He returned again, slid into the booth next to her and positioned the bowls in front of him, one perfectly behind the other. Mica watched him closely a smile playing on her lips. She had forgotten about that quirk of his! He never bought or ate anything in singles, only pairs. He had to have two of everything. Knox started talking again and she made a mental note to tease him about it later, then focused her attention on him.