EMBER’S POV
I nod desperately.
“Liar.” He pumps into me slowly, his thumb circling my c**t with featherlight pressure that’s nowhere near enough. “You’re never quiet. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
“For goddess sake, Knox, please—”
“Please what?” He’s smiling now, the bastard. Enjoying this. “Use your words.”
“More. I need more.”
He gives me a third finger and I have to slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound that escapes.
He’s stretching me so good, f*****g me with his hand while his thumb works my c**t in lazy circles, and I can feel myself dripping onto the counter.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, watching his fingers disappear inside me. “Making such a mess. Soaking my hand, dripping everywhere.” He pulls his fingers out and I watch him spread my wetness along his
