She shakes her head, blonde hair tangled around her face from the tears. “She’ll hate me.”
“No,” I refuse, “she won’t. She’ll get it. It may take time, but she’ll get it. I’ll make sure she knows you’re the good guy in this equation.” I squeeze our joined hands, and drag them to my thigh, pressing my other hand on top consolingly. “You’re helping me keep my daughter, Quinn. Without you, without this bit of discomfort, I’d lose her.”
Her green eyes twinkle beneath the incandescent light, but another tear slips past her full lashes, and I can’t help but lift my hand and wipe it away. She sniffles. “I wouldn’t go back to him,” she says, keeping her voice low. “I mean, I won’t.”
I shake my head. “What?”
She sniffles again. “You said when I’m done making this film, I’ll go back to the city, and I’ll go back to Melvin.” Another tear slips through her lashes, carving a trail down her pale cheek. “I’d never go back to him.”
The back of my neck suddenly burns, and that heat surges through my limbs, making my toes curl into my boots. “Okay,” I reply. My voice is thick and rough when I ask, “Why do you want me to know that?”
She shakes her head but doesn’t say anything for a minute, until— “Kiss me.”
Immediately, I shake my head, knowing damn good and well that getting involved with my soon-to-be wife is an awful idea. Terrible. “Quinn, we shouldn’t.”
She frees her hand but controls mine, raising it up and placing it along her cheek, adjusting my thumb to cradle her jaw. “I said kiss me, Landry Vaughn.”
My eyes drop to her lips, full and pink, looking glossy and soft as ever. My hand is so large against her face, I start to wonder if I’d break her in half if we pursued this thing blooming between us.
“Practice kiss for tomorrow, c’mon,” she urges, and with that one tiny bit of logic thrown in—of course we gotta test-drive the kiss for the ceremony—my lips are on hers, our mouths open, tongues colliding.
My hands are suddenly possessive, one still on her jaw, the other on her hip, dragging her into my lap with ease. She whines as she positions herself over me, our kiss growing frantic and sloppy. Our teeth clash, her lips are on the side of my face, my throat, my jaw, and then my mouth again as she grinds against me, my cock thick and hard, assaulting the inside of my fly, seeking relief.
“Landry,” she breathes, grinding her hot little center against my crotch as her hands tantalize me, moving down my chest, along my neck and through my hair. The friction is intense, and the sporadic nature of it all is intense, too.
I pull back, stealing my lips away from the sweetest, sexiest mouth I’ve ever tasted, because I have so much at stake with her, I can’t fuck it up. “Quinn, Quinn, wait,” I hedge, but her little body keeps moving, hips rolling, thighs pinched hard around my waist. I bring my hand to her throat,and she sucks my thumb into her mouth, hooded green eyes falling on me as she moans once, and stills over me.
Her eyes roll shut and her chest hollows with a heavy sigh. “Oh god,” she breathes, grinding me once, twice, then a third time. “Oh my god,” she sighs, exhaling what seems to be all of her stress.
Holy fuck. I’m almost positive she just had an orgasm.
Her eyes snap open, and I wonder if she’ll be embarrassed or try to play it off like it didn’t happen. Instead, Quinn Farley throws me for another unexpected loop. “I have a demand. If I’m gonna break that little girl’s heart, and help you, I realize, I do have a demand after all.”
She stays in my lap and my cock leaks freely into my briefs, and if she makes any sudden movements, I’m liable to join her in her postcoital bliss. “I thought inside access, more footage of me and Sadie, shit like that, that’s what you said your demands were,” I remind her through a husky tone.
She shakes her head. “I’m marrying you and there is no way that I’m not gonna hate myself when I drive away from Sadie Ruth, so I’m upping the ante. I want more.”
I narrow my eyes and let my hands wander the narrow curves of her slender form, landing on her tiny hips. “What?”
“You.”
I laugh, because it’s funny, and you laugh when things are funny.
She stares down at me, and I’m starting to think she isn’t kidding.
“I want you, whenever I want you.”
I shake my head. “I don’t get it.”
She smirks. “God, and that only makes me want it that much more.”
“What?”
“I want you. Whenever I want you. Wherever you are,whatever you’re doing, if I want you, I get to have you. And I get you in whatever form I please.”
I scratch the back of my head, keeping her steady in my lap with just one hand on her hip. She’s half my size, I could probably toss her with one hand, too. “I don’t?—”
She reaches between us and grabs my cock through my jeans, her eyes fluttering when she finds me thick and hard for her. “I want this whenever I want it, however I want it. That’s my demand. I get free use of you, Landry Vaughn, and in exchange, I’ll be your temporary wife.”
