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Logan felt a drop of precum on the tip of his cock and knew he was going to spill himself all over Quinn if he didn’t get inside her now. But watching her orgasm, driving her to the edge, was the biggest turn-on of all. She was always the one in control. Always the one who kept part of herself back. Except just now. Just now he’d taken it from her and, after a long day when he’d felt like nothing was in his power, he’d needed that.
He leaned over her and kissed her, petting her between her legs until her orgasm subsided. She shifted underneath him, spreading her legs open and tugging her hands free from his grip. He let her go, moving so he was on top of her, shifting his hips until the tip of his erection was at the opening of her body. She was moist and soft and ready for him.
He almost hesitated but she grabbed his ass, pushed her feet into the blanket and drove herself up against him. He thrust deep inside her. She was tight and he hoped he didn’t hurt her as he entered her. He kept himself fully seated inside her until he felt her body soften around him and then he pulled back and drove inside again.
She kept one hand on his butt and drew the other up his back. Her fingers softly moved along his spine as her mouth was on his, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. He rocked against her harder and harder. He felt his own orgasm building and wanted to make it last, wanted her to come again with him, but wasn’t sure he had any power to slow down. He reached between their bodies, flicking her clit with his finger, and she sucked harder on his tongue. Her hips moved urgently against his, his own moving like pistons as he tried to get to the edge and then over it. He kept pumping into her even as his orgasm hit. She bit his tongue and then tore her mouth free of his as she called his name out loud. He buried his face in her neck as his orgasm slowly passed, bracing himself on his hands and knees to keep from crushing her with his weight.
Logan felt her hands in his hair, twirling it through her fingers as he slowly came back into himself. He rolled to his side, pulling her with him, and she cuddled close to him. His breathing slowed and so did hers. He knew he should say something, needed to talk to her, but he had no words.
Didn’t want to ruin this moment by trying to explain it or justify it. He wanted to just hold her with the summer stars above them and not think for a few damned minutes. And he could. He felt her drop a kiss on his chest and then she shivered as the breeze blew. He reached for his shirt with his free arm, draped it over her, and she smiled up at him.
As their eyes met, he knew that the words he didn’t want to say were right there hovering, ready to come out. But he wasn’t a man to make fake promises and he knew until everything was out about what he’d done to Williams, Inc., he couldn’t ask her to let him back in her life. He couldn’t reach out and take her with him because he was in a car that was going too fast and had no brakes. And if this night had proven anything to him, it was that Quinn mattered to him.
She had calmed his monkey mind and given him a chance to breathe. She’d made it okay to forget for just a little while and he wanted...well, something that he didn’t dare take because she deserved better.
Hell, she always had.
“Don’t,” she said.
“What?” he asked. But he knew. That moment he’d had right after they’d come was gone. The world was waiting and there was no denying it.
“Think. Don’t think, Logan. Lie here with me for just a little bit longer,” she said softly, but even in her voice, he could hear that she knew it was too late.
He laid back because he was stubborn that way. He hated this part of himself. The part that always managed to break things even when he was trying to be careful. He could broker deals and increase profit margins, but when it came to the personal, he had no subtlety. That was glaringly obvious as he heard Quinn sigh and then sit up, reaching for her clothes.
“I need a shower. Want to come back to the house I’ve rented for the week and clean up?” she asked. “Or are you heading back to the bonfire?”
“I’m with you, Ace, if you’ll have me,” he said. “I know I—”
She put her fingers over his mouth to stop him from talking. “Let’s just get dressed, go to my place, and then we can talk or dissect or whatever it is you think we need to do.”
They both got dressed and as she started to walk toward the wooden walkway, he stopped her.
“I wanted to hold you and just forget for a little while longer. I’m just not sure how to do that, Quinn. Please, never think that I wanted this,” he said, gesturing to them. “I just don’t know how.”
“Stop trying to make sure you win, and it will happen.”
“This wasn’t about winning,” he said.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
He wasn’t sure. Now that she’d pointed it out, he realized he hadn’t wanted to seem like he needed her more than she needed him. And Quinn Murray never needed a man—especially Logan Bisset.
Five
Adler watched her fiancé getting drunk and acting...well, like the man she’d fallen in love with. He’d never admit it, but he seemed to be bonding with his half siblings. The Bissets and his Williams siblings were taking their cues from him. In the Williams’ family’s favor, they’d always known Nick had had a different dad than Tad Williams. Of course, learning that it was August had thrown them all.
“He’d going to be so hung over tomorrow,” Olivia said, coming up to her after Iris had left the bonfire. Quinn had disappeared as well, and Adler had tried to put on her big-girl panties and socialize as if she wasn’t questioning everything. Looking at the young woman who was going to be her sister-in-law if this marriage went off, she smiled.
“He definitely is. I have the feeling he won’t regret it,” Adler said.
“I know I won’t,” Olivia said. “I recorded him and Zac singing earlier. I’m going to have blackmail material for years.”
Adler laughed as she suspected Olivia wanted her to. Nick’s youngest sibling and only sister had straight black hair that framed her heart-shaped face. She had dark brown, almost black eyes that were forthright. She was down for a good time, but she was also a very serious woman. She was young—twenty-eight—but everyone knew she was following in Nick’s footsteps and would be a serious contender for CEO if he ever stepped aside.
“Are you okay?” Olivia asked as they both took a glass of white wine from the passing waiter.
“Yeah. I mean why wouldn’t I be?” Adler really hoped it wasn’t obvious how freaked out she was by the news that Nick wasn’t who he thought he was. That the media was going to have a field day with the news two titans of industry shared a connection to Nick. It was the kind of juicy scandal the tabloids loved. And she’d always—always—hated that kind of media attention.
