Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(26)

Ella’s right on the money if she was about to say Knox.

Knox and I have agreed just this weekend. He’s my secret lover, my paramour. I’m not reneging on our promise to one another unless he says otherwise.

Deep contentment threads through my veins as the peaceful water continues to caress my skin.

It confuses me how easy it is to be around him. To be here.

We went from awkward run-ins and conversations over these last few years to ripping each other's clothes off, literally overnight.

I’m still processing the beautiful shift between us. The hypnotizing eye contact. The intimacy. The roughness and the sweetness. I’m filing it all away in my mental storage cabinet under The Weekend Knox Black Rocked My World.

It feels nice being with him. He makes me feel like a woman.

A worthy woman. A woman so adored. Worshipped.

I thought Ewan was my everything, and I was his.

I was wrong.

Knox makes me feel like I belong to a different universe and the sex, holy cannoli, the sex is next level. Commanding and at the same time, oh so tender. Not what I expected.

Knox treats me like I’m a goddess.

He calls me Sunshine.

Both Hunter and Fraser have pet names for my sisters; Hunter calls Eden Cupcake and since high school, Fraser has called Ella, Bella. I always thought it was cheesy and cringe, but in the last twelve hours, I now have my own pet name. I love it.

A little giggle leaves my chest and the gentle waves lap against my skin at my sudden vibration.

“What are you giggling at, Sunshine?”

And there it is.

Startled by his unexpected presence, I splash about in the water, flapping about to stop myself from going under.

“Knox! You can’t creep up on a woman like that,” I splutter. “Not cool, Mr. Black. You startled me.”

“You’ve startled me in that barely-there swimsuit. Very Baywatch.” He hitches a brow, eyeing me from the side of the pool, trying to see my bright-red one-piece through the busy waves I’ve created.

My strappy bathing suit has multiple clever waist cutouts to give me the curves I lack. There’s not much fabric to it, but it fits where it touches and the perfectly positioned fabric lies exactly where it needs to be, hiding my C-section scar, and the halter neck straps push up my perfectly sized boobs. Well, that’s how Knox described them.

I glide through the water, over to the edge of the pool in his direction. “Pamela Anderson fan, were you, Mr. Black?”

“Maybe.” A secretive smile softens his lips.

“Are you a boob or butt man?”

“Both.”

“You’re hot out of luck in the boob department with me, then.” I’m not kidding.

Knox crouches down to greet me, lazily laying his arms across his dark jean-clad legs. He looks great in a simple white tee shirt and dark jeans.

Sexy.

“I disagree. To be honest, I’m more of a leg man and I’m now adding designer vagina to the list, and clit piercings.” He rests his elbow on his knee, cupping his face with his hand.

“Now all three of those I can do.” I smile cheekily.

“I like coming home to find you in my pool.”

I like being here too.

“Are you enjoying your downtime, Eva?”

“Yeah. Sheer bliss. My boys would love your pool. I have two water babies.”

I am missing my crazy boys; it's weird not having them around. There’s no noise. It’s a lot weirder that I’m not constantly making food for them, picking toys up, or ferrying them around to their various clubs on a Saturday. That’s my mom and dad’s job today. Like I said, sheer bliss.

His eyes crinkle at the sides. “You should bring them one day.”

“Does that not break our two-night rule?” Does he want more nights with me? And time with my boys?

Yikes, introducing my boys to a new man is not something I had given any thought to. Finding a new partner hasn’t even been on my radar. I was happy, just me and my boys. Not was, am. I am happy. I don’t want any more complications in my sons’ lives. It's already confusing enough for them, and little Hamish is completely puzzled why his daddy now lives down the road with a new lady.

Knox stares at me for a few seconds longer than I expect him to.

“I suppose it breaks our two-night rule. But do we need rules?” His brows huddle together.

“I don’t know, do we?” I reply softly. I am not sure I want rules anymore.

“Stop answering a question with a question.”

“Stop asking questions I don’t know the answer to,” I bite back, grinning.

He eyes me with irritation. I do like playing with him. Testing him.

He’s a boss. He gets what he wants. All the time. I’ve already worked out that he likes direct answers. Be brief. A firm yes or a no. But he’s not getting a straight answer from me. Yet.

I’d be very surprised if anyone ever challenges him. Puts him in his place.

Bring it on. I’m more than happy to test his limits.

Knox nods with a deep weighted sigh, moving on by saying, “I have Fredrick coming here at three this afternoon to give you a massage and reflexology. He’s our spa manager.”

“For me?”

“Yes. For you.”

“Won’t he say anything about me to the staff?” I crinkle my nose.