“You wanna come on my fingers or tongue?” I ask, touching between her thighs.

“Both,” she whimpers.

I smirk. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Call me a slut again, and I’ll knee you in the junk,” she threatens, trying to hold back her desperate pleas for more.

Chuckling in amusement, I shake my head and grab her chin with my free hand. “Tsk tsk, Hads. You should know I meant my little slut. So eager to please and come for me.”

She narrows her eyes, resisting the urge to argue.

“Spin around.”

Hadleigh does as I say, placing her palms on the saddle stand. As I press my chest against her back, I slide my hand down her body. Then I unbutton her jeans and glide my fingers down to her pussy.

“Think you can stay quiet?” I whisper in her ear. “Restrain yourself until I tell you to come.”

She groans in agony. “You get off on controlling me, don’t you?”

I grin, spanking her ass in response. “Trust me, Hads. I only have your pleasure in mind. You’re gonna fall apart for me.”

I shove her jeans down to her calves, and she widens her legs like a good girl. She bends at the waist, showing off her perfect pink pussy.

“So goddamn wet and needy. Fuck, your clit is throbbing.” I pinch it, and she yelps. “Quiet, Hadleigh.”

I play with her pussy, fingering and licking every inch between her thighs. I build her up as much as I can before pulling away, making her whimper as she begs me to keep going. As I kneel and spread her ass cheeks, I continue my torturous game. Each time she gets close, I slow my rhythm.

“I’m going to fuckin’ kill you, Knox. I swear.”

I laugh as I suck her clit between my lips. The taste of her on my tongue isn’t enough. I want more.

For the first time in my life, I want more than a random hookup or someone to scratch an itch. Hadleigh’s had a hold on me longer than I even realized.

Fuck it.

“Come home with me, Hads,” I roughly say, twisting two fingers deep inside. Getting to my feet, I mold my chest to her back and pull her earlobe between my teeth. “Let’s finish this in my bed.”

“Knox…” She pants. “Let me come, please.”

“I wanna hear your answer first. Say you’ll stay with me tonight.”

Her shallow breathing stalls as she struggles to look at me. “I...don’t think that’s a good idea.” There’s no teasing in her tone.

My lips form into a firm line. I’ve never had to talk a woman into coming home with me. Ever.

I decide to remove myself from a situation that has the possibility of making me throw my fist at the wall. “Alright, good night then.”