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Authors: Niobia Bryant

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And it was not all based on Kaitlyn making the wrong move. He hadn't been in a relationship since Lei came to live with him. The expectations were higher. The rules were different. Did he still know how to play by them?
Time to get my shit together.
 
 
Kaitlyn's assumption that her boss would not return for the day turned out true. But she remained there answering calls and taking messages until five o'clock on the dot, and not a second later. She had been so anxious to get home that she got pulled over for speeding, but a smile and an innocent face led to nothing but a warning . . . and her easing up off the gas pedal.
She turned this way and that in the full-length mirror of her converted guest room. The black satin shirt had long blouson sleeves and a deep plunging neckline that emphasized her small but plump breasts and cleavage. She paired it with high-waist, wide-leg black pants and sky-high, peep-toe shoes. A wide leather cuff with gold accents encircled one wrist, and oversized gold hoops swung from her ears. She placed extra emphasis on the eyes with smoky makeup; less emphasis on the mouth with sheer gloss for less messy kisses.
She twirled again as she imagined Quint's reaction, but midspin Kaitlyn really took in the contents of the room. The wall of shoes. The designer clothing and handbags. The jewelry. All of it.
Courtesy of her parents.
Kaitlyn picked up the Hermès bag and pulled out her paycheck and the notepad holding her list of bills. She had to shake her head. It would take two of her paychecks, plus some, to take over all of her bills alone. She glanced at the Hermès bag and then around the room again, looking at all of her things.
Things that were costly.
Things that went out of style and had to be replaced to be relevant.
Things that were completely out of her new income bracket.
Things she shouldn't have expected her parents to pay for on her whim.
Kaitlyn looked pensive.
She worked eighty hours to make what she had once spent on a pair of shoes. There was no way she could see blowing two weeks' worth of work like that.
And her father's wealth hadn't come from boardroom decisions made while he was dressed in a white collar. He had worked from sunup to sundown on that ranch; and now that he was retired, her brother Kade had stepped in to do the same. Every penny earned was coated with their blood, sweat, and tears.
Everyone in her family worked hard. Everyone—even her in-laws. Everyone—except her.
She turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror from where she sat, but only for a few seconds. It was all she could take of herself.
Knock, knock.
Quint.
A bright spot in a dark moment. Her heart pounded as she rose to her feet and grabbed her small, sequined oval clutch. She smiled at the thought of him and the first step they were taking to be together.
And the idea of it made her happy.
He was a good man. Nothing at all like the men she usually dated, but there he was—along with this amazing chemistry—and she wanted to explore both much more.
Kaitlyn headed out of the room and down the narrow hall to the front door. With one last smoothing of her hair, with a surprisingly shaky hand, she opened the door.
 
 
Quint felt like a ton of air was pulled from his body as he caught the first sight of Kaitlyn standing in her doorway. She was glam and gorgeous and giving him a mix of sensuality and maturity that he'd never seen before.
But then she smiled and everything about her was familiar.
The makeup and the clothes, which perfectly emphasized her shape, were just extras to her natural beauty: the playful twinkle to her almond-shaped eyes, the healthy bronzed caramel glow of her complexion, the flirty hint of a smile on her lips, the now-familiar scent of her perfume, the smoothness of her neck that begged to be nuzzled and kissed.
All of it created the perfect picture, and Quinton felt completely ready for everything the night had to offer.
 
 
Kaitlyn's face filled with pleasure at the sight of Quint standing there in all black, from his tailored blazer and silk shirt to his flat-front pants and shoes.
The dark coloring suited his skin's chocolate complexion and made his angular features all the more fierce and sexy. His deep-set eyes seemed brighter. His smile seemed more vibrant; his aura more alive.
Kaitlyn felt completely taken aback by him.
It was almost like seeing him for the first time all over again, and all she could do was smile.
 
 
“One . . . two . . . three . . .”
“Have fun!”
Quint and Kaitlyn jumped in surprise and turned in the middle of the parking lot to find almost every resident of the complex standing in the doorways, waving them off on their date. Lei smiled bigger than all of them as she stood next to Mrs. Harper, who dutifully held on to her Fifi.
Both of their eyes took in each and every smiling face before Quint lightly grabbed Kaitlyn's wrist and guided her to the passenger side of his truck.
“I see the word has spread,” he said.
Kaitlyn nodded and then smiled as she said, “The only one we know for sure
didn't
spread the word was Fifi.”
 
 
Kaitlyn chanced a glance at Quint as they both enjoyed their dinner in a quiet corner at the rear of the seafood restaurant. She found his eyes already on her from across their table. That flustered her. It made her wonder about his thoughts.
“What's on your mind?” she asked.
“That we should have done this a lot sooner,” Quint readily answered.
Kaitlyn felt her cheeks warm. “I agree,” she said, reaching across the table to lightly stroke the back of his hand.
Quint sat back a bit in his chair as their waitress brought them their desserts: coconut cheesecake for him and a sorbet fruit medley for her.
“Tell me more about growing up on a ranch,” he encouraged her as soon as the server stepped away from their table. He found he enjoyed looking at all the different emotions on Kaitlyn's face as she retold stories of her adventurous youth as the only sister with four brothers.
And she held back nothing. Everything she felt was expressed in her demeanor. If the moment was sad or playful or joyous or triumphant or disappointing, it all showed across her face.
Quint honestly felt like he could sit there and watch her all night.
 
 
Meanwhile, Kaitlyn watched Quinton over the rim of her wineglass as he settled back against the leather booth. He was waiting for her, and she was completely baiting him.
“Yes, Quinton. I will teach you how to ride a horse . . . if you're serious . . . and if you mean a
real
horse,” she said, setting her glass on the table as she finally answered his question.
When Quinton covered his wolfish grin with a hand, she knew he had meant a ride that included a bed and her sitting astride his body. She could ride horse or man quite well. The movement of the body was the same on man or beast.
They both shared a long look.
Kaitlyn was picturing herself sitting on Quint's lap as he sat in a chair. They both were naked and sweaty and out of breath as he gripped her hips. She rode his dick like she was in a race and had a finish line in her sights.
They both suddenly looked away.
As Kaitlyn fanned herself with her napkin, she didn't miss Quint shifting uncomfortably in his seat. She kicked off her shoe and eased her foot across the short distance, and found his dick hard in his pants. She stroked the length of it with her toes before Quint reached under the table to grab her foot.
“That's not gonna help me leave this restaurant,” he told her.
She smiled as she eased her foot back across the short distance.
 
 
Quint had driven Kaitlyn the hour drive to Savannah, Georgia, for their first date. It was his favorite restaurant and he wanted to share it with her. She surprised him by suggesting they drive to River Street and take a walk on the city's beautiful waterfront.
Several times they stopped to enjoy the sounds of jazz music coming from one of the many bars lining the street. At other times they stopped and browsed the carts and stalls of vendors who were still out and selling their wares. As they came to the railing to look out on the moon glinting against the water, Quint stood behind her with his hands on the railing on either side of her.
The music seemed to dim to background noise as they both focused on the water gently lapping against the wall, and the boats in the water cruised softly by their view. There was a calm and natural feel to the moment as Kaitlyn leaned back against Quint's chest and felt secure as he tilted his head down to press a kiss to her temple.
On the ride back from Savannah, Quint looked over at Kaitlyn as she fell quiet. He was surprised to see her sleeping in the passenger seat. Gently he pulled off the road and eased out of the car to open the passenger door to use the controls to lay her seat back flat. Her eyes fluttered open for a second and she softly smiled up at him before she drifted right back to sleep.
Once he was back in the driver's seat, Quint let his hand rest comfortably on Kaitlyn's knee as he drove with his other hand. He learned a lot about her, and he enjoyed that they talked when they needed talk. Likewise, they were quiet and comfortable with each other when they needed to be as well. Although that crazy, sexual energy was there pulsing around them, it was good to see that there was more to share with each other than the physical.
Kaitlyn shifted suddenly in her sleep and let out a tiny snore.
Quint's eyebrows lifted in surprise; he chuckled, finding the little show of imperfection endeared her to him even more.
 
 
Kaitlyn was stirring awake as she felt the vehicle turn a corner and come to a stop. Sitting up, she stretched a bit in her seat as she looked over at Quint as he parked in front of the complex.
“You let me?” she asked, massaging her neck before she tried to fluff life back into her flattened hair.
“Sleep
and
snore,” he told her, leaving the car running and the heat on to beat off the chill in the October night air.
Kaitlyn looked affronted. “I do
not
snore,” she insisted.
Quint chuckled. “Okay, you make little noises in your sleep every so often.”
She reached across the short distance to pinch him.
“Ha-ha.”
Quint settled back against the door and looked over at her in the semidarkness.
“Good date?” he asked.
Kaitlyn nodded. “Great date. Maybe even the best date ever,” she admitted, surprised by her honesty. Quint made her want to sweep away all the games and stand in truth about her feelings.
“Same here,” he agreed.
Kaitlyn thought she would literally swoon.
“And the best is yet to come,” Quint added.
Kaitlyn side-eyed him. “Tonight?” she asked.
Quint held up his hands. “Not sex—I mean, not that I wouldn't like to finish the foreplay we've been having all these weeks—
but
I meant even more dates. Even better dates.”
Kaitlyn felt her heart race as she nodded in agreement.
“You ready to go in?” Quint asked.
Her eyes shifted up to her door and then down to his. Going in meant leaving him behind and she wasn't prepared for that.
“I'm not ready to say good night,” Kaitlyn admitted softly as she looked over at Quint.
“What are you ready for, Kaitlyn?” he asked. His tone was serious and his eyes questioning as they moved about her face.
“You.”
Quint shut the engine off and left it to come around the truck to open the passenger door. He said nothing as he held his hand out to her.
Kaitlyn pushed aside her nerves and stoked her confidence as she took his hand and let him help her from the vehicle. Together they climbed the stairs to her apartment, and she closed her front door securely behind them.
C
HAPTER
13
Quint pulled Kaitlyn into his arms as soon as the door closed behind them. The feel of his hands against the curve just above her buttocks made her shiver as she raised her hands to press against his shoulders before slipping her hands beneath his collar to slide the blazer from his body.
They brought their heads together, but they came just short of their mouths being less than an inch apart. They both stared at one another for long, electric-filled seconds before they shared one brief kiss, and then another, and then another. And another.
Quint moaned in the back of his throat before he slid his hands up to her back and jerked her forward to deepen their kiss with his tongue. He enjoyed the taste of hers as he first circled it with his tongue; then he suckled hers gently into his mouth in an insidious back-and-forth motion, which made the strength leave Kaitlyn's knees. He held her more tightly against his body, not wanting the taste and feel to leave him.
Kaitlyn began to undo the buttons of his shirt with shaking hands. She fought the urge to tear the silk from his body. She just wanted it gone so that his body could become her playland. With rushed movements she pushed the shirt down the length of his muscled arms and back, until it fell completely away and landed on top of his blazer in a puddle around his feet.
She broke her lips free from the kiss as she pressed her moist lips to the deep ridge between his pecs. The moan she released was like she had just drunk water to quench a thirst. She dipped her knees to drag the clever tip of her tongue inside the length of that groove before she kissed a trail to one hard and tight brown nipple, which she licked hotly before blowing a cool breeze on it through pursed lips.
Quint hissed in pleasure.
Kaitlyn sucked the damp nipple into her mouth as she smoothed her hands over his rigid abdomen before undoing his belt. Then his button. Then the zipper. She jerked the pants and boxers down his narrow hips to just below his hard buttocks and then took his hard and curving dick into her hand to stroke.
“Oh shit,” Quint cried out at the first feel of her smooth hand against him.
Kaitlyn smiled and stepped back a bit; it was still hard and pulsing in her hand.
“You like that?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.
He nodded and began to move his hips against the motion of her hand as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the door.
Kaitlyn moaned and licked her lips as she looked down at his dick; she felt the heat and strength of it. His skin was smooth and dark—darker than the complexion of his abdomen and thighs. But the tip was a shiny milk chocolate, made all the more glistening by the occasional drizzle of his fluids. The hairs surrounding the wide shaft were black and tightly coiled.
“You gone make it nut,” Quint said roughly, reaching to hold her hands and stop the back-and-forth motion.
She looked up at him. “You don't want to nut for me?” she asked.
Quint looked down at her, locking his eyes on hers with intensity. “Not until I'm in you,” he told her thickly as his chest heaved.
Kaitlyn's clit jumped at that.
She stepped back and released his dick, and began undoing her clothes.
“Jack it,” she ordered in a heated whisper as her eyes took in the sight of his muscled body pressed against the door. His thick thighs strained against the ridge of his pants as he bent his arm to squeeze and tease the top length of his dick.
She smiled a little and licked her lips as her lids hooded her eyes as she flung her shirt away and attacked the bothersome side buttons of her high-waist pants. He patted his dick solidly against the palm of his hand, and Kaitlyn laughed a little at the move as she released a shaky breath. She shook her head at him, enjoying that he had no more inhibitions than she did as he eyed her.
Quint missed not one detail of her body. Not the way the strapless lace bra cupped the tips of her breasts and barely constrained her nipples. Not the way her bikini rode low on her hips. And his dick jolted in his hand when he saw that the soft mound of her pussy was completely hairless against the black lace. It made the desire to taste her rise in him like a hunger.
He released his dick and kicked his legs free of his pants and boxers to stride across the room. He used one arm around her waist to turn her body around and pull her back against him. The full cheeks of her bottom perfectly cupped his dick and held it upright as she circled her hips. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she let loose a heated sigh.
Quint pressed kisses along the length of her neck and brought his hands up to jerk her bra down and free her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, kneading and massaging the soft flesh, as he gently rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Kaitlyn bit her bottom lip and heaved a sigh. “Yes, Quinton.
Yesss.
” She was moaning, bringing her hands up to circle his neck as she felt light-headed from his touches.
Quint suckled the base of her neck and eased one hand down her stomach to palm and squeeze her whole pussy through the thin lace. His dick hardened at the feel of her clit throbbing against his thumb.
“Can I eat that pussy? Huh? You want me to eat that pussy?” he asked. His voice was deep in his throat as he grabbed the rim of her panties and worked them over her hips.
As soon as she nodded and let him know that she wanted him to taste her, Quint turned Kaitlyn around, grabbed her waist, and literally turned her upside down in one fluid move. Her breasts pressed against his stomach and she felt his cool breath against her pussy as her stilettos flailed in the air. She shrieked and wrapped her arms around his body. This was a first for Kaitlyn.
Quint never lost his cool; he was in total control. For him Kaitlyn's body weight was nothing.
“Hold on,” he told her. He shifted up his hands to cup her buttocks tightly, hitching up her body and holding her securely.
Kaitlyn barely had a moment to feel alarmed at being turned upside down as she felt the kiss of his lips against her clit before he sucked it deeply. She cried out as her body shivered and heat filled her stomach as her toes tingled. She reached up to grip the back of his arms for extra stability as he evidenced his strength and passion.
Quint suckled, licked, and ate her with a slow thoroughness. He moaned as he sucked her clit so deeply that she knew he enjoyed it just as much as she did. He plunged her core with his tongue and circled the walls leisurely as if he wished it were his dick.
Kaitlyn pressed heated kisses against his stomach as she freed one hand to reach and pull downward on his erection with a slow, unmethodical twisting motion that made him stumble backward a bit as his knees gave out. She was surprised that she wished she could take him into her mouth to suck, but she couldn't be that daring—that bold—yet. Not yet.
Quint took one last suck of her clit and kissed her moist, thick lips before he turned her right side up and let her body unhurriedly ease down the length of his body. And when they were eye to eye and breathing in each other's exhaled air, and the electricity seemed to crackle like lit wood, they kissed. First small puckers in between small smiles. And then deeply, with heated stares.
Kaitlyn couldn't care less that she tasted her own juices on his mouth and tongue. It was a testament to his ability to please.
“Mmmmm,”
she moaned as he flickered the tip of his tongue against hers.
Quinton squatted down with his strong, defined thighs and picked up his pants before walking them down the hall to her bedroom. Kaitlyn wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she kissed him from one shoulder to the other, enjoying the slight tingle of his sweat against her mouth and tongue.
He kicked the bedroom door closed and eased her body down onto her pretty bed before he stood back to admire her body like it was a work of art. Kaitlyn preened under his attention as she sat up to undo her bra and flung it at him.
Quint caught it with the same hand that held his pants. He pressed his nose against the lace as he kept his eyes locked on her. And he was rewarded with Kaitlyn pressing her heels into her bed and playing in the slick folds of her core as she arched her back and thrust her hard nipples upward like twin peaks.
Quint's mouth watered as he rushed to pull out his wallet and a condom. He grabbed his shaft and worked the tight latex down the length of his hardness as he came to climb onto the bed beside her. He bent down to suck her whole breast into his mouth as his tongue flickered against her nipple.
“You like that?”
Kaitlyn nodded with a little moan in the back of her throat as she raised her hand to wipe her juices on her nipples.
“Suck 'em some more,” she demanded softly.
Quint didn't hesitate. His hand replaced hers between her thighs as he tasted the juices on her nipples. His eyes watched the rapture on her face as he slid his middle finger deep inside her and circled it around her walls.
Kaitlyn cried out and raised her hips slightly to make tiny circles.
Quint withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. “Come to the edge,” he told her, rising from his knees to stand on the side of the bed as he massaged his hardness.
When she had her buttocks on the edge, he spread her legs wide and tapped the tip of his dick against her clit before massaging it.
“Oh shit,” she gasped, her fingers tightly grasping the covers of her bed.
His dick strained against the edges of the condom at the rush of need he had for her. At first, he wanted to impress with his skill and technique, and he planned to position her body in a pretzel-type fashion that would shock and awe her as he sexed her. But Quint felt a shift deep within him as his eyes traveled from her face down to her fleshy rose, which sprouted open before him the more she spread her thighs as a welcome to her body. The innermost portal to her soul. The ultimate connection.
And he was ready to be with her. In her. Connecting.
But it was more than sex and bravado, more than wanting applause and accolades.
So he lay down on her and pressed his hardness inside her tight, moist, hot core. He gathered her body into his arms and felt a rush of passion and emotion at the feel of her skin pressed against his. His heartbeat pounded in unison with hers.
Their eyes connected as mirrors to their souls. Their hands explored each other's bodies. Their lips pressed. Their limbs entwined. Their hips moved in splendid unison as they made love . . . as they got lost in each other.
Their pace was slow and achingly tender. Emotional. Satisfying.
“No,” he begged, easing his dick out of her a bit. “I don't want it to end.”
Kaitlyn looked up at him with eyes glazed with every drop of passion he had evoked from her.
“Quinton,” she whispered into his mouth in between dizzying kisses. “Quinton, please.”
And he did sacrifice the delay of his own climax as he kissed her and plunged his dick deep within her. Quint worked his hips as he pressed her down into the softness of the bed with each delicious thrust. He felt the spasms of her walls against him, pulling his own seed from him. He covered her mouth with his own to smother her uninhibited cries of passion and release.
And soon he felt the heat and force of his own release as his dick pulsed against her walls with the force of each spasmodic release of his nut into her. Then it was her mouth that swallowed his hoarse cries as she worked her hips beneath him to drain him of seed, energy, and power.
They stayed locked together, long after their zenith, as they listened to their ragged breathing echoing in the air.
“No regrets?” Quinton asked as he lay with his head pressed against her bosom and listened to the beat of her heart.
Kaitlyn stroked the contours of his back and his head as she answered in complete honesty in a voice barely above a whisper: “No regrets.”
 
 
Hours later, Kaitlyn grinned as she lay propped against her pillows, with Quint lying propped against her as she stroked his chest and sat with her chin gently atop his head.
“I hate that you have to go,” she admitted.
He tilted his head back to look at her. “I don't have to . . . if you don't care about the entire complex knowing I spent the night.”
Kaitlyn mused that over as she lightly patted his rock-hard chest. “For Lei. I'm not ready for Lei to know that,” she said. “Too much to explain about what we did all night. I want her to do as we say—”
Quint appreciated that her priority was his daughter. “And not as we do,” he finished for her.
“Right.”
He brought his hands up to top hers and squeezed them before picking up her hands to bring to his mouth to kiss.
“I better get up then,” he said, his regret clear. “The sun will be up in a couple of hours.”

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