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Kendra felt like refusing, she had never been in a situation where she'd want to hook up with a guy in a hotel bar.

"You look like a storm, don't bother...

"Kendra Ree, where are you from?" Kendra cut in sharply.

Knox smirked. "From heaven, and I can see an Angel who refused to recognise me."

Kendra smiled, he sure is a flirt, she raised a toast at him and he chuckled. Drinking is never her thing, she hates it to be honest but she just wants to stop thinking about everything that has happened for some days now.

She has to stop thinking about Richard and Freya's betrayal, it hurts no matter how strong she tries to be.

Meanwhile Knox's gaze was fixed on her the whole time, studying her.

"Who broke your heart?" Knox asked.

Kendra grinned as the whiskey tasted bitterly in her mouth, burning her throat but couldn't burn her pain.

"Let's have fun," she said and grabbed his hand.

***

The elevator ride to Knox's suite was electric, charged with a quiet intensity that went beyond the whiskey humming in Kendra's veins.

As the doors slid shut, he turned her gently toward him.

"Kendra," he murmured, his breath brushing her lips. "If this is too much, too soon... tell me. I want you, but only if you want this fully."

She looked up at him, heart pounding. In the soft glow of the elevator lights, his face was all strong lines and quiet strength.

"I want this," she whispered. "I want you tonight. Make me forget everything else, make me forget my husband cheated on me with my best friend."

And that was all he needed to hear.

Their first kiss in the elevator was slow, exploratory—his lips brushing hers like a question, then deepening as she answered.

His hands cupped her face with surprising tenderness, thumbs stroking her cheeks. Kendra melted into him, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt. The kiss tasted of whiskey and promise, building heat gradually until her body pressed flush against his, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the growing evidence of his desire.

The elevator dinged. They broke apart, breathless, their foreheads touching. Knox smiled—a slow, devastating curve of his mouth—and took her hand, leading her down the quiet hallway. Inside the suite, floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering city skyline.

Soft ambient lighting cast a golden hue over everything. He didn't rush. Instead, he guided her to the center of the room, turning her to face the view.

"Beautiful," he said, but his eyes were on her reflection in the glass, not the city. His arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against his chest. One hand rested over her heart, feeling its rapid beat.

"You've been through hell today. Let me show you something better."

Kendra leaned into his warmth, tilting her head as his lips found the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Soft kisses trailed down her neck, each one deliberate, sending shivers racing across her skin.

His hands moved with reverence—sliding up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist through the black dress. He found the zipper at her back and paused.

"May I?" he asked, voice low and husky.

"Yes," she breathed.

The zipper descended inch by inch, the sound intimate in the quiet room. Cool air kissed her exposed skin as the fabric parted. Knox eased the dress off her shoulders, letting it slip down her body until it pooled at her feet.

She stepped out of it, now in nothing but her bra, lace panties and heels. He turned her to face him, his gaze drinking her in—not with crude hunger, but with admiration that made her feel cherished.

"God, Kendra... you're exquisite." His fingers traced the line of her collarbone, down between her big breasts, feather-light. He pulled her close again, kissing her deeply while his hands explored her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. It joined the dress on the floor.

Kendra's hands weren't idle. She worked open the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing the sculpted muscle beneath. Her palms smoothed over his warm skin, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, mapping the ridges of his abs, the V-line disappearing into his trousers. Knox groaned softly into her mouth as her fingers brushed lower.

He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the king-sized bed. The sheets were cool and luxurious against her back as he laid her down.

Knox stood for a moment, shedding the rest of his clothes. Kendra's breath caught at the sight of him—tall, powerfully built, his arousal evident and impressive. But it was the way he looked at her that undid her: eyes full of desire and something softer, like wonder.

He joined her on the bed, stretching out beside her.

Their kisses resumed, unhurried now. His mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, then lower.

He lavished attention on her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point until she arched. Down to her breasts—kissing the soft swells before taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled slowly, teasing, then flicked with just the right pressure. Kendra moaned, threading her fingers through his thick dark hair, holding him there as pleasure sparked through her.

"Knox..." His name fell from her lips like a caress, when last has she last feel this? Maybe before she married Richard, she never cheated no matter how horny she felt.

He switched to the other breast, giving it equal devotion while his hand stroked down her stomach, over her hips.

His fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them down her legs with aching slowness. Once she was bare, he sat back on his heels, gazing at her fully exposed form.

"Every part of you is perfect," he whispered. "Fuck, you deserve to be mine."

He started at her feet, kissing the arch of one, then the other, removing her heels with care. His lips trailed up her calves, behind her knees—places no one had ever paid attention to—making her giggle and sigh at the unexpected sensitivity. Higher, along her inner thighs, until his breath ghosted over her most intimate place.

Kendra's hips lifted instinctively. "Fuck!"

Knox looked up at her, eyes locked with hers. "Tell me what feels good."

His first lick was gentle, a broad stroke along her folds that made her tremble.

He explored her with patience—tongue tracing her entrance, circling her clit with feather-light flicks, then firmer pressure.

Kendra's hands fisted the sheets.

"Oh my God, that feels good!" She moaned out shamelessly.

He slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them slowly while his mouth focused on her swollen nub.

"This should be fucking mine forever!" He groaned.

The rhythm built gradually: slow licks, gentle suction, fingers stroking that perfect spot inside her.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

"Feeling good?" he asked and she hummed in reply.

He dipped his finger deeply. "Words Princess!"

Kendra's thighs quivered around his head. "I'm close... Knox, please..."

He didn't stop. He hummed against her, the vibration sending her over the edge.

Her orgasm washed through her in deep, rolling waves—back arching, a soft cry escaping her throat as she pulsed around his fingers.

He continued lapping gently, drawing it out until she was breathless.

Knox kissed his way back up her body, settling between her thighs. His cock rested hot and heavy against her slick entrance, but he didn't push forward yet.

"You're so tight," he whispered. "When was the last time you had sex?"

"My first time was the last, at a party with my ex boyfriend," Kendra cried out.

He braced himself on his elbows, looking down at her with those intense green eyes. Strands of his hair fell across his forehead.

"You okay?" he asked, voice rough with restraint. "We can stop anytime."

Kendra reached up, cupping his face. "Don't stop. I need you inside me." She pulled him down for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

As they kissed, he rocked his hips, sliding his length along her folds without entering—teasing her, building anticipation.

"Fuck!" She cried out in pleasure, sweat formed on her forehead.

Knox positioned himself at her entrance. "I don't fuck with limit, we can stop now, once I start, I will never be able to stop until I'm satisfied."

Kendra swallowed, she's not backing out, he's already in between her thighs.

"Fuck me already Knox, make me forget everything!" She said confidently.