CHAPTER 11: COUNTING DOWN ON HIS TONGUE
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He keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps finger–fucking me through the aftershocks until a second wave crashes and I come again, harder, my whole body convulsing.
My legs give out completely and he catches me, mouth still sealed over my clit, drawing out every last shudder until I’m a boneless, trembling mess slumped against the wall.
Only then does he pull back, lips swollen and shiny with me, eyes absolutely feral.
He licks his lips slow, sensually, and stands, towering over me.
“Thirty–seven,” he rasps, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. His other hand tucks the lace back into place with maddening gentleness. “That’s the number you lost at.”
He leans in, mouth finding my ear. “Want to know what I win?”
I’m still shaking too hard to answer.
His teeth graze my earlobe. “When this is over, I’m going to fuck you in front of Gale.”
I choke on air.
He kisses my cheek sweetly just as the team knocks on the door.
Knox unlocks it, stepping away like he didn’t just destroy me completely.
“She’s all yours. But be gentle–she’s delicate.”
Simone breezes back in with her team, not even blinking at my flushed face or trembling legs.
The next two hours blur together.
They perfect the earlier styling into something even more devastating. Hair blown into soft waves with an intentional bedroom mess. Makeup bolder, strong brows, smoky eyes, red lips.
Simone pulls out a new red dress.
“King Knox ripped the other,” she says with a knowing look. “This one’s better anyway.”
It’s silk, cut to hug every curve, sophisticated but undeniably sexy.
My legs still tremble as they zip me in, but I don’t mention it.
When I finally look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. Expensive. Confident. Dangerous.
Like I actually belong next to a king.
The clock reads noon when Knox appears, sharp in a black suit and charcoal shirt. His eyes flash g when he sees me.

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