a whore.”
I frown. “You are definitely not a whore. And I’m not going to fuck you.”
She narrows her eyes. “Then what do you want with me, Knight?”
I love the way she uses my last name as my first. I know it’s supposed to be her way of teasing me, as I do by picking out random nicknames for her. She doesn’t realize I’ve never gone by Ace though. I’ve only been Ace to one person. Knight is who I am. And it’s sexy as hell for her to figure it out on her own and call me that.
“I want you to do whatever I say, no questions asked.”
6
Mila
Knight wants me to fuck him. That’s what he means when he says he wants me to “do whatever I say.”
I can see it in his eyes, his voice is dripping with it, and even though he’s wearing jeans, I can feel his erection press against me. Hard as a rock, begging to be inside me.
Right now, I don’t know whether to regret that I’m straddling his lap almost entirely naked or to be thankful. How did I get myself into this mess?
My cheeks blush as his eyes rake up and down my body. I felt bold when I stripped for him even though he didn’t ask me to.
I thought it would give me the upper hand.
I thought he’d be distracted by my body.
I thought he’d be speechless.
I thought he’d realize I’m capable of anything.
Instead, I’m horny and embarrassed, and can’t do a damn thing about either.
I consider trying to move off his lap again, but his hands are firmly gripping my waist. I’m not going anywhere until we finish this conversation, no matter how uncomfortable it makes us.
This conversation is going to happen eye to eye, lips inches apart, with all of our lust on full display. Both of us completely vulnerable to each other.
Except, I feel a lot more vulnerable than he seems. Because I’m practically naked.
I grab the hem of his shirt.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest as I lift the shirt over his head. I immediately regret it. I forgot how insanely hot he is. He’s all abs, tattoos, and muscle. Even the few scars and bruises now covering his body do nothing to make him any less attractive.
“Are you trying to get me to fuck you?” he asks.
“No, just want to level the playing field.”
“So, will you do anything I want?” His lips curl up as if he knows I’ll do anything he wants for free, and more than that for money.
“No, I’d rather strip for strangers than give you whatever you want.”
He shakes his head. “Stripping won’t pay the bills.” And the darkness in his eyes says he won’t let me anyway. Even though I don’t need his permission. We aren’t dating. We aren’t anything except two strangers who have kissed and are clinging to each other while shirtless.
“What does anything mean?”
He narrows his eyes but doesn’t speak.
“If this isn’t about sex, then what? You want me to pretend to date you?”
“I don’t want you to pretend to do anything.”
I gasp. I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t expecting any honesty in whatever it is we are doing.
“Why?”
“Because nothing I do will ever be pretend. I will always be honest with you, with my actions and words.”
I believe him; I do. He will be candid with me when he speaks, but that won’t stop him from hiding things from me. He is hiding the truth.
“I have a delicate situation I need your help with,” Knight says.
I study him, but he gives nothing away until he’s ready to. And I have a feeling I could work for him for years and never know what he’s hiding.
His hand tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and I shiver. Our eyes lock, and I want nothing more than to fuck him. I don’t care if I have enough money to feed myself. I don’t care if I have a place to live. I’ll live off the high and afterglow from the orgasms he will give me.
Knight notices my reaction and removes his hands, placing them gently on the couch. My eyes are glued to his rough hands, capable of playing me like a guitar. And then I spot the tan line where a wedding ring used to be.
“You’re married?”
“Separated. Soon to be divorced.”
I lean back. “That’s what you want my help with. Making your ex jealous?”
He chuckles, leaning back on the couch. I like his smile. I like everything