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She shook her head. “Nope.”
“Liar.” He palmed her breast, loving the way she filled his hand, the challenge in her eyes even as she arched against him. She could take anything he could give and keep coming back for more. “I’ve thought about you. Enough times that I drove myself crazy.”
“You—You have?” It might have been the first time he’d heard her less than one hundred percent sure of herself.
“Seeing you last summer in that old-school one-piece? Yeah, I thought about it. I thought about pulling it down so I could see your rosy nipples.” He moved down her body to suck first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, flicking each tip with his tongue. “I thought about that wicked mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”
“You just wanted to shut me up.” She gave a breathless laugh that turned into a moan when he pushed a finger into her. She was tight, so tight he had to work to get a second finger into her. He stroked her slowly, waiting until she lifted her hips every time his fingers entered her, urging him to pick up the pace.
“Maybe.” He kissed her hipbone and then worked his way over her stomach, still fucking her with his fingers. “I’ve thought about you riding my cock, feeling you go tight around me just before you come.”
“Oh, just that.” She ran her hands up her sides to cup her breasts.
“Yeah, just that.” He ducked down and licked her clit in the same way that had driven her crazy before. “I’ve thought about this, too. About licking you until you come, and then sucking on your sweet little clit until you can’t decide if you want to beg me to stop or beg for another orgasm.”
Aubry lifted her head, her familiar glare in place, though the affect was kind of lost by the glazed look in her eyes. “Your fantasies seem to feature me begging a lot.”
“Yep.” He gave her another long lick. “Though if you want to give stern instructions, I’ll take that into consideration.”
She laughed, the sound choked off when he pushed a third finger into her. “Oh. My. God.”
“Tell me what you want, peaches. I’ll even consider giving it to you.”
“That’s…you’re…” Her back arched, her eyes shutting and his name on her lips. “Quinn.”
Holy shit. He could get addicted to the sight of her coming and knowing he was the cause of it. When they were like this, it didn’t matter that they could barely stand the sight of each other under normal circumstances. He liked driving her crazy. He thought she might like returning the favor if given half a chance.
He fully intended to give her that chance.
…
Aubry didn’t know when her life had taken a hard left turn, but she couldn’t find it in herself to question it too much, with an orgasm rippling through her. She gasped and cursed and fought against the pleas crowding the inside of her lips. Because now, having a taste of what being in bed with Quinn would be like, she wanted the whole nine yards. It didn’t matter that it was the most awful idea in a long history of awful ideas, or that the second they had sex, it would be the beginning of the end.
The end of what? You don’t even like the guy half the time.
More than half the time.
But for the first time in longer than she cared to remember, she felt alive and free and there wasn’t a single worry plaguing her. There was only this room and this man and the way he made her feel. He shifted to lie next to her, his hand still idly stroking her between her legs. It wasn’t enough to do more than draw a little moan from her, but it was clear he wasn’t done yet.
Good.
She stretched, the move pushing his fingers deeper into her. Two orgasms in and the size of his cock was looking more like an enticement than a challenge. All she had to do was open her mouth and say those damning words.
If you do that, it means he wins. It means you’ll never hear the end of it.
Something must have shown on her face, because he kissed her, deep and probing, before lifting his head and saying, “The rules have changed, just for this week.”
“Oh yeah?” She tried to smother the hope flickering to life in her chest, but it was nearly impossible. If there was a way to have her cake and eat it, too, then for once in her life she was going to jump and worry about the potential consequences later.
“We’re supposed to be dating.” He circled her clit with his thumb. “So think of this as some really intensive practice.”
“Practice.” It was absurd, but the word actually made her feel better.
