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stayed there, waiting for my next order.

“Closer, darling.”

She moved in, sliding her hands up

my legs, placing her palms on my thighs.

I rubbed my thumb along her lower

lip, felt her panting against my hand. I

edged my thumb between her teeth.

“Such a pretty mouth. So soft and wet.

And your tongue…” I slid my thumb in

deeper, feeling her tongue glide along it.

“I want my cock right here on your

tongue. I want to feel your lips on it. I

want to fuck that pretty little mouth and

come down your throat. Would you like

that?”

With my thumb in her mouth, she

could only nod, but her eyes were wide

and hungry. I took my hands off her. “Tell

me you want those things. Exactly as I

described them.”

“I want your cock on my tongue,” she

said breathlessly. “I want it between my

lips. I want you to fuck my mouth and

come down my throat.”

“Good. Unbuckle my belt.” I stood

still, my hands at my sides. “Take out my

cock, but don’t put your mouth on it.”

She unbuttoned and unzipped my

jeans, pushing everything down enough

to get my dick free. Eagerly, she took it

in both hands.

I stepped back. “Stand up.”

She looked up at me, confused, but

she did as I asked.

“Turn around.”

When her back was to me, I took her

wrists, crossed them, and tied them

together with my scarf. “We won’t be

needing your hands for this.”

With her hands bound at her lower

back, I turned her to face me again, then

pushed the top of her bodice beneath her

tits, propping them up.

I lowered my head and teased one

hard nipple with my tongue, just enough

to make her writhe with impatience. She

arched her back, thrusting her chest in

my face.

I smiled and moved to the other one,

circling it with the tip of my tongue but

never taking it in my mouth. Reaching

between her legs, I brushed one fingertip

back and forth over her clit, just enough

to elicit a strangled “Quinn!”

I shoved her back down on her

knees.

“No talking.” I took my dick in one

hand and dragged it along her jaw, over

that dimpled chin, and across her lips.

“I’ll touch you soon enough. Right now

you’re going to stay still and open your

mouth for me.”

She licked her lips and opened them

over the head of my cock, and I felt my

legs begin to hum, the pleasure starting

to unfurl. Taking her head in my hands, I

pushed in deeper, groaning at the hot,

tight fit. I pulled out slowly and watched

as she went after the tip with her tongue

and tried to get it back in her mouth.

But I controlled everything, and I

held her head just far enough away from

me that she couldn’t get what she

wanted.

Then I gave her a little, and she

swirled her tongue around it, sucked it

greedily.

I gave her some more, and she

looked up at me, her eyes wild and

desperate.

“You want it all?”

She nodded.

“Do you think you deserve it all?”

A little whimper of frustration.

“Are you ready to take it all?”

She nodded again, and I shoved my

cock to the back of her throat, making

her body twitch with the impact. I did it

again and again, keeping my eyes on her

to make sure she was OK, but sparing no

force or depth.

I don’t know how she kept breathing,

but she never backed off, never struggled

to get away, never looked at me with

fear in her eyes.

Just hunger.

When I was close, I held her head

still and paused for a moment with my

cock buried in her mouth, her lips still a

couple inches from the hilt. I almost

wished her hands were free—what

would she do with them? Wrap her

fingers around the base? Grab my balls?

Play with my ass? How dirty did she

get?

“Oh, fuck.”

The thought was enough to push me

over the edge, and I came hard, yanking

her head toward me as I thrust into her

with short, rhythmic jabs that hit the back

of her throat.

I watched it happen, and the sight of

it made the orgasm so intense I thought

my legs might give out. My knees shook,

my thigh muscles clenching and then

weakening.

When it was done, I pulled out of her

and she sat back on her heels,

swallowing and then gasping for air.

God, she was fucking incredible.

And I wasn’t about to let up.

“Your turn, darling,” I said, putting

myself back together and doing up my

pants.

I helped her stand and pulled off my

sweater, thinking quickly about how I

wanted her. Well, I wanted her to sit on

my face, but that gave her too much

control over her orgasm, and I didn’t

want her to have any. I didn’t want to

untie her hands, either, so lying on her

back would be tough.

That left her to stand—until she

couldn’t anymore.

I knelt in front of her. “Open your

legs for me.”

She widened her stance, and I ran my

hands up the front of her thighs, over her

lace-covered stomach. I took her breasts

in my hands, kneading them gently as I

brought my mouth just close enough to

her pussy that she’d feel me breathing.

“What do you want?” I asked her.

“I want to come,” she said

feverishly.

“More specific, please.”

“I want you to make me come.”

“How?” I twisted her nipples

between my thumbs and fingers, and she

swayed forward.

“With your tongue. I want you to

make me come with your tongue.”

“Good girl.” I put my mouth on her

over the damp lace, kissing her lightly,

stroking her with my tongue—soft, slow,

leisurely strokes that made her body

vibrate with impatience.

“Quinn, please,” she begged. “Tell

me what to say.”

“Say you want more.”

“I want more.”

I took my hands off her breasts and

moved the drenched swath of lace

covering her pussy aside. “Like this?” I

slipped my tongue low between her legs

and dragged it up to the top in one firm

sweep.

“Yes,” she said, relief flooding her

voice. “Yes.”

I did it again, and this time I lingered

at the top, teasing her open and fluttering

the tip of my tongue across her swollen

clit.

“More,” she begged. “I still want

more.”

I gave her a little more pressure, then

a little less. A little steadier rhythm, then

slowed again. I changed my angle,

fucked her with my tongue, but never

stayed with one thing for too long. When

I felt her legs begin to shake, I backed

off.

“Please, Quinn. Don’t stop,” she

panted. “You have me so crazy right

now, I can’t even see.”

“Always in such a rush,” I scolded.

“I told you I wanted to taste you. Let me

get my fill.”

“Fuck yes,” she said as I took her

clit into my mouth and flicked it with my

tongue. “Oh my God.”

I slid two fingers inside her easily,

pushing deep, and she moved against my

hand, her cries high-pitched and

plaintive. I felt her insides tightening

around my fingers as the tension in her

body reached the apex, and then she

screamed my name as her legs buckled.

I caught her around her hips, feeling

her clit throb inside my mouth as my

cock surged with renewed vigor.

I have to get inside her.

The need was intense, almost

violent, and disturbingly possessive. She

wasn’t mine by any means and didn’t

even want to be mine, but something in

me demanded her, compelled me to

claim her.

Jumping to my feet, I pulled her

loose-limbed body over to the side of

the couch and bent her forward over the

arm. I undid my pants and shoved them

to my knees, kicked her feet farther

apart, and moved the black lace aside.

“Fuck,” I growled. “I need a—”

“Just do it,” she said, out of breath.

“I need to feel you. Now.”

I wasn’t going to ask again. Guiding

the tip of my cock to her entrance, I

pushed inside her, both of us moaning at

the slick, hot friction.
I’m fucking her

without a condom. We’re breaking a

rule.
The realization that I’d scaled one of her walls made me crazy with lust for

her, not like I needed any more

motivation. But it felt like such a victory

in this primal, testosterone-fueled way—

like a prehistoric man taking out a wooly

fucking mammoth.

Not that Jaime was a wooly

mammoth, of course. (And I
probably

won’t mention the analogy to her.)

On the contrary, her back was pale

and smooth, and I put my hands on her

shoulder blades as I drove into her, her

skin warm and sticky.

Her perfume mixed with the scent of

sex and filled my head, made my blood

run even hotter. Her bound hands at the

small of her back reminded me that I’d

intended to torture her tonight with slow

sex, punish her a little for the way she

refused to give me a chance, show her

that sex wasn’t always about the finish

line and didn’t have to be such a straight

line. It was fun to take time to enjoy one

another, play around, trade roles,

exchange power. We were new together,

but we were good together—I felt it, and

I knew she did too. Her willingness to

play along with these games told me that,

sexually, we were totally compatible.

But the plan for a slow fuck?

Yeah, that went the way of the

pterodactyl.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and

wrapped my fingers around her crossed

wrists with the other, aroused beyond my

control by every sense—the sight of my

cock pounding into her, the sound of her

high-pitched cries and my caveman

grunts, her smell, her taste in my mouth,

the feel of her tight, wet pussy sliding

over my dick—it was too much to bear.

I came so hard I felt the ground

shaking beneath me, and I pulled her hair

so hard she screamed—or maybe that

was her own climax rocketing through

her, rattling her bones, jarring her teeth.

I want you I want you I want you.

I couldn’t stop thinking it, couldn’t

stop fucking her, couldn’t bear the

thought that she didn’t want me, didn’t

want this, more than she wanted to

protect herself.

I was inside her.

And I didn’t want to leave.

SIXTEEN

JAIME

I CAN’T BREATHE
I can’t breathe I

can't breathe.

Something was crushing me. I saw

nothing but silver, heard nothing but the

cannon-fire of my heart.

What was this feeling? It was heavy

yet weightless, scary yet soothing,

unbidden yet welcome.

I couldn’t focus, couldn’t get control

of my senses or emotions, couldn’t

remember where I was or how I’d gotten

there.

Quinn.
Quinn.

Quinn was here with me.

Quinn was inside me.

Yes.
Yes.
I wanted him there, loved

the way his bare skin felt gliding over

my walls. Loved the way he reached

something so deep inside me it hurt.

Loved the way my body slowly

contracted around his in that mad,

dizzying spiral until it couldn’t take any

more pleasure, exploded, and fell to

pieces.

Falling to pieces.

I opened my eyes.

Whoa. Get ahold of yourself. Those

were good orgasms, maybe the best

you’ve ever had, but there’s no need to

fall apart, right? It’s good chemistry,

that’s all.

Quinn was breathing hard behind me,

hands braced on my back, which was

probably why I felt like I couldn’t

breathe.

Yes, that was it. That was definitely

it.

When I coughed, he took them off

me.

“So,” I said, peeking over my

shoulder. “That was your slow fuck.”

“That was
not
my slow fuck. I sort

of lost control there.” He started untying

the scarf around my wrists. “Abandoned

the plan.”

“I’m all for that kind of detour. Think

the neighborhood enjoyed the show?”

“Unless someone was standing right

beneath your window when you

undressed—”

“Or looking from their second-floor

window across the street.”

“Or that, of course—then they saw

nothing. That’s not to say the entire street

didn’t
hear
the show.”

I smiled. “It was pretty loud.”

“There. You’re free.” He tossed the

scarf aside and helped me straighten up,

then he slowly pulled out. “Free, but

maybe a little messy. Can I get you a