Viv:
I couldn’t stop smiling, not even when my cheeks began to ache. The kind of grin that bubbles up from somewhere deep, somewhere wild and free. I’d felt like a goddess on that pole tonight—powerful, untouchable, the queen of every damn eye in the room. But it wasn’t the crowd that set me ablaze. It was him.
Knox.
God, the way he looked at me while I moved—like I was the only thing that existed. Like he might lose his mind if I didn’t get off that stage and into his hands.
Now, I lay tangled in his flannel on the cheap motel bed, skin still humming from every place he touched, every possessive grip and desperate kiss that left us gasping. The air between us still heavy, thick with heat and something deeper.
He was in the bathroom now, splashing water on his face, trying to cool the
