The Billionaire's Secret Kink Box Set: Knox: Secret Alpha Billionaire Romance Bundle (Rosesson Brothers Book 1) (37 page)

Knox's lips quirked. "He does. The doctors reattached it. Apparently it still works."

Mica's hands dropped to her lap. "Ouch," she whimpered. "I don't even want to think about it."

Knox stared at her, the question burning in his heart. "Doesn't it scare you?"

Mica looked at him quizzically. "Doesn't what scare me?"

"How crazy my family is. How messed up my past is. The way I shut down over the last two days."

Mica shook her head slowly and seemed to choose her words carefully. "I'm not scared of you. Your dad and your mom might have problems, but you and your brothers are wonderful, thoughtful, normal people."

She reached out and took his hand, her voice dropping. "I'm not going anywhere Knox. You didn't do anything wrong. You're dealing with things in your own way. There's nothing wrong with that."

Knox felt a lump form in his throat as love for the beautiful woman sitting in front of him filled his entire being. It didn't seem to matter anymore if she ever said it back. If she ever felt it. But he wouldn't spend one more minute without sharing his truth with her.

"I love you," he told her, their eyes locked together.

Her gaze deepened and her lips contracted, then pulled up into the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen.

"I love you too, Knox," she whispered and his heart skipped a beat as new emotions flooded through him. God she was beautiful. And amazing. And all his.

Knox stood and went to her, pulling her up out of the booth. He kissed her deeply, putting every ounce of feeling he possessed into it. Her arms crept around his neck and she clung to him like she was drowning.

Knox picked her up and carried her upstairs, his food forgotten. He spent the afternoon making slow, sweet love to every part of her body and mind, his thoughts firmly focused on his future with her, already planning what that might be like.

The past was over and done.

He let it go.

Mica

Mica pulled Knox's laptop close to her and opened his Skype program. She sat in his chair in his office, at his desk. Outside she heard a loud diesel engine rumble to a stop at the gate. It sounded like a delivery truck but Knox hadn't mentioned any deliveries. She held her breath until the truck moved on, then went back to her business. She'd told Knox she wouldn't be any longer than an hour, but that she needed to work through some invoices with Justin.

Mica saw her face momentarily reflected in the white of the laptop screen and laughed to herself. She'd had a permanent smile on her face since the day before when Knox had first told her he loved her, and now he told her every other word.
Here's your coffee. I love you. Want to watch a movie? I love you.
She almost felt like she owed Dick Bailey her thanks instead of her fear and animosity. He'd brought them together not once, but twice. Would she ever have found Knox if not for Bailey? She didn't know, but that was something she never wanted to contemplate.

Mica logged Knox out of Skype and logged herself in, then called Justin. His open, excited face filled the screen in an instant.

"Where are you?" he gushed, pressing his face close to the screen."

Mica laughed. "I'm at Knox's place. In his office."

"You guys have been shacked up there for weeks. The sex must be
amazing
."

Before Mica could say
it is, thank you very much
, he got close to the camera again. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"What?" Mica said, moving a hand to her face.

"Why is one of your eyes green?"

"Oh that." Mica dropped her hand slowly. "This is how my eyes are. It's a condition called heterochromia iridium. I've always worn a blue contact in this eye. As a kind of disguise."

Justin whistled. "Girl, it's time for you to tell me everything."

Mica sighed. He was right. He was her closest friend, besides Knox.

Mica started at the beginning, filling in all the pieces she'd kept from Justin before, and shared everything up to the letter she had just received from her father. The retelling took up most of the hour she had allotted herself.

"Girl, you need your own lifetime movie. The Many Eye Colors of ... wait, what do I call you now?"

"Just Mica, silly."

Mica steered Justin away from personal matters and back onto business. Two hours later, with all of the invoices filed and the rest of their pending matters discussed, Mica could hear someone pacing outside the office door.

"Hold on, Justin, I think Knox needs something."

Mica raised her voice to the door. "Sorry Knox, we're done, I didn't mean to take so long. Do you need something?"

Knox opened the door, a lacy strip of black fabric in his hand. The smoldering look he gave her shot straight through to her core, warming her from the inside out.

"Yeah, I need something. You. Now," he growled.

Mica's hands fell away from the keyboard as she watched Knox enter the room, his eyes never leaving hers, his gaze steely, but oh-so sexual. He walked behind her and dropped the lacy strip of fabric over her eyes.

The last thing Mica saw was Justin's wide-eyed face before her vision was completely obscured. He looked as overwhelmed as she felt.

Justin's voice rang from the speakers. "Oh Lord, looks like you're busy. Bye, Mica."

"Bye," Mica whispered as the program made its good-bye sound. Her heart pounded as butterflies winged through her midsection.
What was Knox doing?

Knox seemed not to notice the computer. He fastened Mica's blindfold and pulled some of her hair out around the sides, letting it hang freely.

Mica felt shivers go up and down her spine as her hair ran through his fingers.

"Knox, what—"

"Quiet," he admonished.

Mica fell silent, a thrill shooting through her. She didn't love men telling her what to do, except right now, she did. Knox could tell her just about anything and she would gladly say
yes sir
. The thought of bending to Knox's will excited her, making her unconsciously arch her back as sudden arousal filled her in a hot, fluid rush.

Knox gathered all her hair in his right hand and pulled her head that way, then dropped his lips to her shoulder. Mica gasped at the electric touch of his flesh on hers as shockwaves of tingles cascaded through her.

Knox teased her collarbone with his tongue, then kissed a fiery trail up her neck, landing on one sensitive ear. Mica's hands twisted in her lap as sensation filled her.

"I think it's time for pretty Mica to discover what happens in the green room," Knox murmured, his left hand dipping over her shoulder and palming one of her breasts through her shirt, then tweaking the nipple just enough to send a bolt of searing, torturous pleasure straight to her clit. Mica moaned, her mind lighting up at the promise of what was to come.

Knox pulled her head straight again and palmed her hair into a tighter ponytail, then pulled her head to the left as he worked on the right side of her neck, making her melt.

Knox took his time, running his lips roughly over her skin, stopping to bite her lightly, using her hair to position her exactly as he wanted her.

When Mica's breath panted raggedly in and out of her throat and her hands began to sneak upwards, trying to find Knox so she could touch any part of him, he stopped. He spun her around in the chair to face him and took one of her hands from the air, pressing it to his zipper.

"See how fucking hot you get me, gorgeous?" he asked, running her fingers up and down his hard length.

Mica's fingers closed around him. She was so glad to touch him. So glad to get a chance to advance this before she collapsed into a puddle.

Knox pulled away, making her whimper in frustration. He tugged on her hand until she stood, then before she knew what was happening she was over his shoulder and being carried out of the office.

"Knox," she whispered, not sure if she would be reprimanded again, half-hoping she would be.

Knox held her steady with one arm wrapped around the backs of her thighs. His other hand floated to her ass, as if in response, and rubbed there, making her suck in a breath. But he only teased her. His hand fell away as he began to descend the stairs.

Mica's mind traced their path through the house.
At the bottom of the stairs. In the living room. Through the hallway.
Mica heard music playing, something heady with a strong beat and no lyrics. Visions of being fucked to that beat filled her, making her throb deep inside.

Knox stopped, then knelt and placed her on the floor.

"Now beautiful, I want you to undress for me. If I like what I see, you'll get a reward."

Mica stood completely still, virtually blind behind her dark blindfold. She could tell the lights were on in the room she was in, but she could see nothing. He wanted her to strip?

When she didn't move, Knox stepped forward and embraced her, one hand up to her hair, and one hand down to her ass, squeezing, dipping, gliding between her legs from behind. His body moved in a sensual rhythm against hers and he whispered into her ear, lighting her fires in all the right places.

"Beautiful, I'm not a dominant like you read about in books, and you're not a submissive, although we can certainly explore those lifestyles if you think it would be fun. I'm not going to punish you if you don't do as I tell you, but that doesn't mean I don't like to be obeyed. That doesn't mean I won't bend you over the bed and see if a few smacks on your ass gets you as wet as it did last time for me. Because it did, Mica. You were drenched. Is that what you want? Spankings? You say the word, and they are yours. Because that's what I do in this room, gorgeous. I please you. I give you so many orgasms you can't walk, can't think, can't function, can't even count them. If there's any part of you that wants any part of that, take your clothes off. I want you naked."

Mica caught Knox's rhythm and she let herself go with it. She wanted to please Knox. She let her hips move with his, lifting her arms to his shoulders, then letting them fall down her own body to the hem of her shirt. She lifted it over her head slowly.

"That's right, slow and sexy, Mica," Knox said as he stepped back to see her better.

Emboldened by his words, Mica moved her hips to the music, then brought her hands behind her back. The combination of music and no sight, plus Knox's words to her left her breathless. Her own hands felt like brands, heating her skin as she undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. She heard Knox whisper, "Yes," into the room, his voice sinful with lust.

Mica lost herself to the music she'd never heard before, whipping her hips faster, twirling slowly around to face away from him, then dropping her hands to her pants. She unbuttoned them, pushing them down an inch at a time, fishing for a reaction from the man she loved. He gave it to her as her thong came into view, a throaty moan from deep in his throat that seemed to tug at her, cementing his ownership of her.

Mica dropped her pants and stepped out of them, then ran her hands over her body, taking her time. She could feel the weight and length of Knox's gaze as it covered her.

"Everything, beautiful. I want to see you bare and dripping wet in front of me."

At his words, Mica shed the tiny scrap of clothing she still wore, her hips still moving sensuously, seemingly on their own. Her thoughts had stilled, stopped, as her body took over.

At once she was rewarded with Knox's fingers on her shoulders. They slid to her hair and made a ponytail there that he held gently. "Take two steps forward," he said as he steered her.

"Put your hands in front of you."

Mica did and found soft fabric at thigh-height. The bed. Her fingers grabbed at the blanket as Knox pushed her face down to the bed, leaving her hips thrust in the air. Mica felt a whisper of air on her sensitive places as Knox moved behind her. She relaxed into the soft bed, anticipation lighting her up from the inside.

Knox let go of her hair and pulled one of her arms far to the right. She felt a soft, wraparound cuff envelop her wrist. Mica gasped. The restraints. Knox was tying her to the bed! She swallowed hard. She had wanted this. She did want this.

Knox moved to her left side and did the same with that arm, leaving her completely exposed and helpless and trembling with expectation. Her feet were still on the floor and able to move, but her upper half lay on the bed, her arms outstretched and restrained.

Knox moved behind her, then ran one hand down her bottom as light as a whisper.

"We don't need a safe word, Mica. If you say no, stop, or don't, I will stop whatever I am doing. A bit of pain can heighten pleasure, I've found, but I don't ever want to scare or hurt you. Ok?"

Mica nodded mutely.

"Let me hear you say it beautiful. What will you say if you feel nervous or something is too much?"

"No, stop, don't," Mica said softly.

Knox slid his left hand from her bottom to the back of her neck, where it snaked around her throat. Mica sucked in a breath through her teeth at the act, completely caught by surprise. She raised her head straight up, every nerve on high alert, waiting for Knox's next move. Trepidation played around the edges of her consciousness, a silky emotion that suddenly felt good to her, felt right to her. Knox's right hand slid from her neck down to her ass, smacking it hard three times, and then a fourth. A lull in the music allowed the sound to echo harshly through the room. Mica's entire body tingled, making her cry out. She felt her own juices begin to drip down her legs.