Throughout my young life, there have been many things I freely admit that I have been addicted to. When I was a child, it was my favorite television show. When I was a younger teenager, it was sugar. Though my father never knew I even experimented with smoking for a while, but when my friend’s mother passed away from lung cancer, it was enough to scare my straight out of that habit.
But I could honestly say that nothing was as addicting in my life as Knox. He consumed my thoughts in every way – I had to be with him as much as possible – but I knew I also had to be careful. If there was one thing I learned quickly, it was how gossip floated about even in the office of a billionaire, and I had little doubt in my mind people were going to talk.
Part of me was convinced they already were.
No one said anything to me directly – and I certainly didn’t do anything to prompt them to do so. I didn’t want to talk to anyone about what was going on between me and Knox. I didn’t feel it was any of their business to ask me about it, either. Of course, I still got the nagging fear in the back of my mind that someone was going to get word to my father somehow—the last thing I wanted to happen.
Yet, even in spite of all the fears and uncertainties I was feeling, one thing remained true—when Knox was around, everything was suddenly all right. I no longer cared about anything or anyone else – I even told myself I wouldn’t care if my father happened to find out about what was going on. Of course, deep down inside, I assured myself that nothing as shocking as this would happen, but I still found it interesting how I really didn’t care.
At first, I’d been scared things were going to be awkward between us after what happened, but Knox picked up with me right where he left off as though nothing in the world had changed. Part of me thought we were even closer now than we were before, but another part of me thought the other night was so ignored – it had been nothing more than a dream.
“Did you have a nice weekend?” Knox asked me when I dropped off the coffee in his office that morning.
I was wearing the same outfit as Friday, but today, I noticed his eyes didn’t linger on my curves as they had in the past. I brushed off the feeling, not wanting it to bother me as much as it did. “I did! I didn’t do much, but it was nice – did you?” I asked lamely.
He laughed. “Same. Spent it watching football and hanging out with my dog.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at him for this.
He gave me a look. “What’s so funny?”
I smiled. “You’d think that someone like you would be out doing stuff – not sitting at home with their dog like a real loser.” I smirked.
Knox looked stunned. “Did you just call me a loser?” he asked with mock horror in his voice.
I put my hands on my hips. “What if I did?” I asked with a coy look. I was challenging him, and I could see by the flicker in his eyes he was enjoying every second of it. Knox was a powerful man, and it took a girl who wasn’t afraid of that power to stand up to him. I wasn’t afraid and I intended to prove it.
“Perhaps I’m going to have to punish you,” he said with a wink. He spoke with the same tone he’d used when we had sex a few days before – deeper, stronger.
The sound of it sent shivers of excitement down my spine. “Perhaps you will,” I quipped haughtily. He gave me a ravenous stare and I tossed my hair over my shoulder as I walked back out of the room, making a show of swinging my hips as I did so. I wasn’t afraid to show off for him, and he knew it. I was surprised to find that putting on such a show made me feel powerful – to be desired by one of the wealthiest men in the country – and one who was twice my age at least – made me feel like a goddess, and I loved it.
Our flirting started up immediately once more, and it wasn’t long before I found myself once again seated on his desk with his head buried between my legs. I was moaning and enjoying myself even more than I had the first night we had sex. Sex with Knox wasn’t only beginning to feel natural, it was beginning to feel almost as though we were in a relationship. Of course, I wasn’t about to let my mind go in that direction, but I would allow myself to pretend.
After all, how many dirty secretary stories had Kenzie and I entertained ourselves with when we were in grade school? We had to sneak it, of course, but that didn’t stop us from getting our hands on things that would have made my father cringe and wonder how someone so young could think of such a thing.
The second time we had sex, I was prepared to deal with the aftermath the next day – the feeling of guilt and wondering if I was doing something wrong, the feeling of how I should put an end to it all before my father found out. Surprisingly, however, it didn’t come. I felt nothing but peace and pleasure when I woke up – and an excitement for when we would get the chance to do it again. I knew I was addicted.t quit if I tried and—I didn’t want to try.
I was beginning to have my own ideas of the things I thought were going to be fun, and I was wanting to experiment with him doing the things I’d seen or read about. To make things even better for me – Knox was perfectly happy to go along with anything and everything I suggested. Any position, any scenario – it was like he became my open sex diary, and was willing to do anything and everything to keep me happy.
And the more we had sex, the more I wanted to have sex with him. I found numerous reasons to sneak into his office, and we became good at doing it quietly – even in the middle of the day when there were plenty of other people there who could catch us in the act. I began to wonder if it was the chance of being caught that I found so appealing about it as well, but I’d become so entrenched in all of it, I didn’t stop to ask myself much.
All I knew was— sex was good and with Knox—I couldn’t get enough.