That wouldn’t be hard so I nodded.
Knight kept commanding.
“And that cunt you gave me, I’m gonna want it regularly. Not just Saturday nights and when you can fit me in Sundays. What you’re doin’ means somethin’ to you so we’ll work around it. But you got the remote for the gate, I’ll give you a set of keys. I’ll be at work but you’ll be in my bed. Come prepared and you tell me what’s better for you. The nights after class or the nights after clients?”
“Either,” I answered. “I’m used to my schedule, honey. So whatever you want.”
His eyes changed in a way I liked and more of his weight settled into me as he murmured, “Whatever I want.”
Oh boy.
What did I do?
“Knight –” I started but his eyes locked on mine.
“Whatever I want includes you givin’ me your security code and a set of your keys. I want you in satin, I text you, you get your ass here. I want a switch up, when I’m done, I come to you. Yeah?”
I thought about this and I did it quickly since Knight seemed to like decisiveness.
Then I thought, Yeah.
So I said, “Yeah.”
“Good,” he muttered then asked, “You hungry?”
I grinned. “Yeah.”
“Can you cook?”
Cooking for Knight in his kickass black kitchen.
Okay, I liked that.
My grin became a smile and I repeated, “Yeah.”
Knight grinned back, right there, my body wrapped around his and he ordered, “Then get your ass out of my bed, back in my tee, no panties and make me breakfast.”
Right, call me crazy, you could even call me a freak, I didn’t care.
Evidence was suggesting I liked bossy.
So I whispered, “Okay.”
Knight liked it that I liked bossy. I knew that when, at my word, I saw his grin become a gorgeous smile and he dipped his head and kissed me. It was wet, it was long but it was not demanding.
It was all sweet.
And boy, I liked that too.
Then he lifted his head, slid his nose along mine and whispered, “Right, baby, feed me.”
Then he rolled off me.
I rolled the other way, pulled on his shirt, tossed him and the long length of his hard body a smile over my shoulder and I walked to his kitchen.
I was walking out of my bathroom after putting away the last bits and bobs of my nail stuff when I heard a key in the door.
I had made Knight breakfast and this unfortunately alerted me to the time since it was displayed on his oven and microwave and that alerted me to the fact I didn’t have much of it. When he wandered out in jeans and no tee, I informed him of this even though Knight Sebring in jeans and no tee was worth losing two clients. Definitely.
So I didn’t get to go whole hog with something splendiferous that showed my culinary flair (not to be conceited, but I was a really good cook). It was toast and jelly (for me) and a toasted bagel and cream cheese (for Knight) then he put on a tee and boots, I put on my dress and shoes and he put me in his kickass car and took me home.
He followed me up and as he did a walkthrough, once he walked through the kitchen, I went to it and got him a set of keys. I gave them to him with the code then he kissed me (a sweet one again) and asked me when I was done.
I told him, he kissed me again (this one a short one, unfortunately) and he left.
I jumped in the shower, took a quick one, set up my nail stuff at the same time getting dressed and doing as much hair and makeup as I could in the time I had since Knight was coming back. Then my client came, the next one came close to the end of when the first was done, the first one left, the second one left and now was, well… now.
Knight’s key in the lock.
The door opened and he came through, the handles of a paper Wild Oats bag in one hand.
I liked that, him walking into my space.
I liked it a lot.
“Hey,” I called on a smile.
“Three hours, five hours, five days, babe,” he answered, standing just inside the door he closed.
I blinked at his words then I remembered and walked to him.
Putting a hand to his abs, curling the other around his neck and getting up on my bare toes, I pressed my mouth to his.
This time, he didn’t take over. This time, he made me do the work.
So I did it and it was my tongue sweeping into his mouth, exploring, discovering, plundering.
Oh my.
He tasted good.
Lovely.
I got into it, both my arms sliding around to hold on tight, one at his neck, one at his back, so I could press my body deep into his. Then Knight got into it, the bag fell to the floor and one of his arms locked hard around me, the other hand drove into my hair, fisted and he took over.
Even I knew my kiss was good.
Knight’s was better.
When he let my mouth go, he whispered, “Mark this, that’s how I like it, Anya. Exactly.”
I got an A and I didn’t even study.
I grinned and whispered back, “Consider it marked, Knight.”
He grinned back and gave me a squeeze. Then he let me go, retrieved the bag and walked to my kitchen.
“And in the bag is…?” I asked, trailing off my words as I trailed him to the kitchen.
“A guarantee you’ll keep that ass, those tits and that Buddha belly,” he answered, dumping it on my counter.
God, how on earth did I find a man like this man who was so darned into me? Just me. Exactly me
I didn’t give it too much headspace. I just smiled a smile that said precisely how happy this made me and his head turned from the bag to me. Then I watched as his body went completely still and he stared at me.
I noticed as it was impossible to miss, my smile faded and I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Fuck,” he muttered.
My brows drew together.
“Knight? Are you okay?”
He was staring at me but I realized he wasn’t seeing me, he was miles away, when he focused on me. And his focus was so extreme it was a physical thing, enveloping me.
No, ensnaring me.
“You like how I did you this morning?” he asked and it was rapped out, abrupt, sharp and all that after the easy we were sharing was shocking.
“Yes,” I whispered.
And just when I thought I had him figured out, I was back to confused at all things Knight Sebring.
“You want more?” he asked and I felt my body start trembling.
“Yes,” I answered hesitantly.
“You gonna give it up, take what I give, however I give it, however you get it?”
My hand went out and curled around the edge of the counter but my head nodded.
“You earn it, you prepared to accept punishment?”
“Knight,” I whispered.
“Answer me.”
Oh God.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“The clothes, the shoes, the phone, my place, a car comin’ to get you, my club, you into that?”
“Yes,” I repeated softly.
“That goes away, you still into me?”
“Knight, what’s this about?”
“I asked you a question, Anya.”
Okay, now I was getting angry.
So it was snapped when I replied, “I’ve got clothes and I almost had the money for a phone and I’m not destitute so I can pay the cover charge, even at your club, which, by the way, is definitely the coolest club in Denver but still the cover charge is extortionate. So yes, Knight. That goes away, I’m still into you.”