“How’s Aunt Lenora?” Knox interjects. “It’s a real shame you didn’t bring her tonight. I would have loved to see her.”

The smile falls from Leo’s face. “Yes, well. I’m sure she would have loved to be here, but she hasn’t been feeling well and needed to catch up on some rest.”

Instantly, guilt snakes its way up my spine.

“Is everything all right?” a woman sitting next to him asks.

“Yes.” His mouth turns down in a frown. “But my wife has amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.”

Underneath the table, I feel Knox’s hand graze my thigh.

I shoot him a threatening look, but as usual, Knox doesn’t give a fuck.

“She’s in a wheelchair and can’t speak,” my mother unhelpfully adds.

I try clamping my thighs together when I feel him moving closer, but Knox is stronger and pries them apart. Then, lifting my leg, he drags it over one of his and secures my calf with his free hand, ensuring I stay put.

“Oh, the poor thing,” the woman says with a sympathetic expression. “That’s so sad. You’re such a great husband for taking care of her.”

“He really is,” my mother concurs with a smile. “Then again, the Knox men are excellent when it comes to taking care of their women.”

I jolt when his finger brushes the crotch of my panties.

He is not doing this. Especially here. Now.

I give Knox’s arm a sharp pinch, but it’s no use. He’s determined to make me uncomfortable.

However, I refuse to give him the power to do that.

He can do whatever he wants…but I don’t have to respond to it.

I’m the one in complete control over my body. Not him.

And the second he realizes that, he’ll stop and move on to something else.

Taking a deep breath, I relax against the chair and force my body to go slack. Kind of like an animal who plays dead when they sense their enemy’s approach.

Besides, Leo—the man I care about—can’t even make me orgasm. Therefore, I highly doubt the guy I loathe will ever be able to.

“We’re excellent at all things,” my stepfather cuts in and everyone laughs.

Except me, because Knox pushes my thong to the side, exposing me. Then he begins skimming my pussy with the pad of his finger…tracing the outline of my lips…before running his knuckle along the length of my slit.

His touch is gentle…teasing. Torture.

“But still,” the woman from earlier says with a sigh. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you. I mean, of course she’s still your wife, but…you know.” Her eyes get misty. “It’s just so tragic.”

I tense when, ever so slowly, he slips his long finger inside me.

I swallow hard as my pussy stretches around the invasion.

“Aspen, you’re not eating,” my mother notes with a crinkle of her nose.

Seriously? The woman never pays attention to me, but she decides to start now?

“Is everything okay?” Leo says, concern lacing his voice.

Knox slides his finger out, wiping the wetness on my inner thigh… intentionally mocking me. “Everything is f—” Without warning, he pushes two digits inside me. “Fine.”

I pick up my fork as he begins methodically thrusting his fingers, trying my hardest to focus on the lobster ravioli on my plate instead of what he’s doing to me.

Bringing the ravioli to my mouth, I take a bite.

The heel of his palm grinds against my clit, and unexpected white-hot pleasure blazes through me like a firework.

“Oh, God.” My face heats when everyone stops talking and looks at me. Thinking quick, I point to the dish and blurt, “This is so good.”

This is so bad. Very bad.

I steal a glance at Knox and there’s a sly smirk on his face as he continues working me.

“Yes. Dinner is divine,” the woman sitting next to Leo agrees. “You must give me the caterer’s number, Eileen.”

I really wish she’d shut the fuck up because she’s annoying, but she’s also distracting everyone.

Mom smiles. “Absolutely.”

I reach for my glass of water, but Knox massages my clit with his thumb in a slow, torturous way that has me shuddering with the movement.

“Are you okay, Aspen?” Leo suddenly inquires. “You don’t look well.”

Shit.

“I’m a little—” Knox begins fucking me with his fingers. Pleasure jolts through me, hot and sharp. I can’t help but edge forward on the chair, causing him to penetrate me deeper. Faster. “Cold.”

“Maybe you should have worn something more appropriate,” Trent remarks.

“Do you want my jacket?” Leo offers.

I shake my head, my nipples puckering as I fight to keep my breathing in check. “No. Thank you.”

The woman turns to him again. “What is it you do for a living?”

I’m thankful for her nosiness, because Knox curls his fingers and an orgasm tears through me so fast my head spins as I clutch the chair for dear life.

That’s when I feel a sharp pull on my panties. I’m in no position to protest, so I don’t as he wrenches my thong off before tucking the silky material into his pocket.

I’m still wrapping my mind around what happened when Knox finally removes his hand from between my legs.

His harsh stare shoots across the table, resting on Leo. A smug smile tugs at his lips as brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them. “Can you pass the salt, Uncle Leo?”

I swear my jaw nearly falls to the floor.

Visibly annoyed at being interrupted, Leo pushes the saltshaker toward Knox as the woman asks him another question about his job.

I’m grateful when my mother declares dinner is over and the servers come in to clear everything away before quickly transforming the patio into a makeshift dancefloor.

I look around for Knox, so I can tell him off, but he’s nowhere to be found.

Leo sidles up beside me once everyone starts dancing.

“Interesting choice of dress,” he whispers in my ear.

I glance across the dancefloor at my mom, who’s still playing the perfect hostess. “My mother pissed me off.”

“Well, she should do it more often.” His voice dips. “My cock has been hard for you all night.” He looks around before uttering his next words. “Meet you upstairs in five?”