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Quinn’s kiss took me by surprise as her mouth crashed against mine. I could feel all her pent-up passion; every need, every last undeniable, inescapable desire, all of it flowing outward, from her soul to mine.

FUCK…

In that moment I kissed her back, my own lips parting hers. Our tongues danced hotly as I inhaled her scent, her breath, her soft whimper as her warm, feminine body twisted even further against mine.

Joshua, you’ve got to stop.

I couldn’t stop. The word was suddenly meaningless. There was only her mouth, her lips, her fingertips roaming their way down my chest. The soft coos and cries of elation as our kiss went on and on, our tongues sliding, exploring, drawing our brains deeper into the sheer white euphoria of becoming one with each other, just as our trembling bodies melded together.

I felt a delicate hand pierce the waistband of my sweatpants. It slid downward over my boxers, cupping me fully, settling perfectly and contentedly against my ever-stiffening manhood that was coming alive in her palm.

Holy fucking shit man, STOP!

I flinched backward for a second, but she wouldn’t let me. Her free hand had found mine, and she’d already slipped it up her shirt to place it on one full, beautiful breast.

God…

It felt warm and amazing. Soft and deliciously pliant. I squeezed gently, and felt her nipple stiffen against my palm. Quinn moaned enthusiastically into my mouth, even as her other hand continued its new quest to find the waistband of my boxer briefs.

Go!

My brain was screaming with a thousand reasons I needed to get the hell out of there! My body countered with only one. As the internal debate raged, and the kiss continued, Quinn moved my hand from her breast to a much lower place. Her sleep shorts had somehow been pulled down. My hand slid wantonly, willingly, between two blisteringly hot thighs…

“Quinn…”

My word was a whisper, swallowed by her hot, hungry mouth. She kissed me harder, more fervently, covering the hand between her legs with her own.

She guided my palm downward. Inward.

Fuck…

My middle finger slid through her wetness, parting her folds. Quinn gasped excitedly as I dragged it through the shallows of her pussy.

FUCK…

Reaching my goal I curled it upward, into a place so blisteringly hot it—

“I— I’m sorry, I can’t!”

In one smooth motion I was up and out, rolling from her bed, extracting myself from her arms. I stared down into the face of bitter disappointment. Quinn looked hurt. Almost angry.

“What is theproblemwith you guys?” she asked sharply. “I’ve never met men so vehemently opposed to getting laid! I mean—”

“We can’t,” I cut her off. “None of us can. We made… an agreement.”

She paused, considering my words. Now she looked confused.

“An agreement?”

“Come on, Quinn,” I pleaded. “Think about it! What would happen if one of us were to have you?”

“You’d have a pretty good time, don’t you think?” she shot back. Her gaze shifted downward, to the full-blown tent in my shorts. “Hesure seems to agree with me.”

I sighed, shifting a hand to cover myself.

“Yes, but the others—”

“The others had their shot,” she countered. “At the end of our date, Evan even—”

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