Knox works alone.
As a contract killer, he will do any job for the right price. However, that also means saving people. His current job is to keep a rich man alive, before his current wife kills him. Thankfully, his beautiful PA, Ava Martin, is happy to help him.
Three years ago, Ava found herself at the mercy of a serial murdering rapist. She would have been his next victim, until Knox saved her. She witnessed him kill a man, but she didn’t care. Knox would keep her alive, so long as she agreed to work for him. That day, Ava fell in love, and she’d been falling for this man ever since.
As for Knox, he couldn’t live without Ava. She had taken his empty world, and filled it with so much more.
But, he would not cross that line. Ava worked for him. That didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted.
Until, one day, he gave into temptation and finally claimed her virginity. He cannot stay away from Ava. He craves her. But, his greed will come at a price. Will he be willing to pay it to see his woman again?
Excerpt:
“You’re up,” Knox said.
Of course, she should have known she couldn’t move around this house without him knowing.
“Ice cream,” she said.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
She shook her head.
Why did this man have to torture her even more right now? He was … naked. Okay, so he wore a pair of sweatpants, but he didn’t have on a damn shirt. Those pants didn’t even look big enough to properly cover him. How had her life gotten to this? When had sweatpants become so sexy?
Knox moved in close, and he got his own spoon. He was close now, and as she inhaled, she enjoyed his musky scent. She tried not to think about just how good he smelled.
Ava took a large scoop of ice cream, hoping to distract herself with the cold. He was so close, their arms almost touching, and she looked down at his heavily inked arm.
What would it be like to be able to touch him without abandon? To kiss him without fear of consequences? She thought of all the romance movies she watched where the couples just gravitated toward one another. It looked so damn easy. There was no way she was going to ruin this. She took a slight step to the side, hoping to create a little space. It didn’t feel good, and it also didn’t last. Knox was close within a second.
Was she losing her mind? Ava didn’t know what to do or think.
“Why are you awake?” she asked, trying to distract herself.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
She wanted to know why. “Bad dreams?”
“No.”
She licked her lips and glanced toward him as Knox looked at her. Was he looking at her lips? Did he want to kiss her? What was going on in that head of his?
She nibbled her bottom lip, while trying to figure out what to do next. Nothing was coming. Her stomach kept twisting. Why was it so easy for some people?
“Why are you up?”
Ava didn’t know what was happening, and then he suddenly stepped behind her. Both of his hands going either side of her, trapping her between the counter and his body. Did he put his lips at her neck?
“You know, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good you felt on the mat today,” he said. “Is it wrong, Ava, that I want to fuck you?” he asked.
This made her gasp, and she quickly spun around. She didn’t know what she was going to say, but right now, staring up into his blue eyes, and with his body so close, this was the opening she had been waiting for.
Slapping him was not what she wanted to do. Instead, she threw her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies together, then she took the leap of faith she had been wanting to take for some time, and kissed him. Ava had never willingly kissed another man. This was, as far as she was concerned, her first real kiss.
At first, Knox didn’t touch her. His hands stayed on the counter as Ava kissed him with a passion she didn’t even realize she possessed. She moaned his name, pressing her body against his, and then Knox touched her. One hand banded around her waist and the other cupped her face.
He finally touched her, and his hands, although rough, felt gentle on her body. She didn’t want him to stop, and he took over the kiss. He pressed her against the counter, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock as he rocked against her core.
This is what passion was all about. The movies had it so wrong. They didn’t know how to portray this feeling. It was much better than chocolate. Was it possible for sex to be much better than chocolate? Ava didn’t want it to stop.
