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As soon as his touch left her, the pleasure vanished like smoke—leaving her gasping, empty, and desperate for more.Her body ached for him. Already addicted.She had never been touched before. Not really.Wes’s cold, clinical attempts at getting her pregnant had never come close to this. Those moments with Wes had been about business, an obligation to fulfill their contract. He had never once cared about her pleasure. He’d barely even looked at her.But Knox…Knox made her body burn. He made her want things she had convinced herself she could never have.Vivi’s breath hitched as her gaze dropped toward his waistband. The thick, intimidating outline of his cock strained against the dark fabric of his briefs, and her stomach tightened painfully.He was…big.Far bigger than Wes. Far bigger than anything she could imagine fitting inside her. Surely it was exaggerated by the fabric. There was no way—“Please,” she whispered, her cheeks burning.Knox’s mouth curved. A boyish, dangerous smir

Vivi woke to the feel of his scent still clinging to her skin. The soft cotton of the hoodie enveloped her body, the oversized sleeves bunched beneath her hands as she curled deeper into the warmth of her bed. She smelled like him—clean cedarwood, fresh lavender, and something darker, richer, uniquely Knox.Her body hummed with residual pleasure, aching in places she hadn’t realized could ache. A strange warmth pooled low in her belly as the memory of his hands on her body, his mouth on her skin, flooded her mind. She rolled onto her side, her hand absently drifting across the empty side of the bed.Would he have stayed with her…if he could?Her fingers curled into the sheets.She shouldn’t miss him this much. She shouldn’t still feel the heat of him beneath her skin. It was dangerous to want him this way, to want anything at all. He couldn’t fix her. He couldn’t save her from the mess Wes had pulled her into.But God, she wished he could.Vivi groaned, forcing herself upright. Her bo

Vivi sat cross-legged on the bed, clutching the phone tightly in her hand. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as she reread the message on the screen for the third time, trying to process it.Knox: Spend the day with me on Friday?Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. He was insane. How could he ask her that? How could he be so calm about it?Vivienne’s breath hitched as her thumbs hovered over the screen. Her body wanted to say yes. Every nerve in her body was screaming for her to see him again, to feel his hands on her skin, his mouth on hers. But the logical part of her brain. The part that had been carefully trained to survive Wes’s games, knew better.Vivienne: I can’t leave the house for that long, Wes would get suspicious.The three little dots appeared immediately. Her heart hammered painfully as she stared at them. Then Knox’s reply popped up.Knox: I’ll take care of Weston.Her mouth fell open. What the hell did that mean?Vivienne: How?Knox: Leave it to me.Her puls

Knox didn’t ask again.Not right away.Instead, he unbuckled her seatbelt too and pulled her across the center console until she was tucked into his side, her face pressed against his chest. His hoodie smelled like cedar and clean soap and the faintest hint of spice, something so comfortingly him she nearly cried harder.It was grief and humiliation and helpless fury all tangled up inside her, spilling out onto the chest of the only person who’d ever made her feel safe.He didn’t speak. Just held her. One hand gently stroking her hair, the other rubbing soft circles against her spine. His muscles locked like steel beneath her.***Vivi had imagined a secluded estate or a private escape in the hills. Something hidden, like Zayne Wilder’s party house. But instead, Knox drove her straight to the heart of the city, pulling up to the most extravagant, awe-inspiring building she’d ever seen.The dark SUV drove directly into the underground private entrance, bypassing the front of the build

Vivienne peered into the bowl, her breath hitching as the scent of flour and something distinctly male surrounded her. Every inch of her skin felt aware of him. How close he stood, the heat radiating from his body, the subtle brush of air as he moved beside her.She tried to focus on the mixture in front of her, blinking down at the thick, white paste as it dripped slowly from the spatula he lifted. Her stomach twisted. She wasn’t even sure what it was supposed to look like.In the year Wes had been trying to get her pregnant, the aftermath had always been a quiet, unpleasant thing. Something she never looked at, never thought too much about. It never lingered long enough to study. And yet, this mock version seemed... off.“I—I’ve never really seen it. Not up close,” she admitted, giving a small, self-conscious shrug.She felt Knox’s gaze turn to her, steady and unreadable. Her eyes stayed on the bowl, searching for an answer. What were they even doing? What was she doing? Her heart t