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He growled against the side of my neck when I felt his palm cup my breast. My breast felt needy, my nipples practically crying out for his touch. He muttered something before lightly squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. This sent a gush of arousal to my core. My panties were drenched. I was dripping. For him. For Kenan.
He lifted his head, and his eyes dipped down as his palm slid over the soft curve of my belly. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”
As if there was any fucking chance of that.
“Don’t you dare. I need—” I bit out as his touch shifted into my panties, and his fingers teased into my slippery wet folds.
“Oh fuck, Quinn,” Kenan said, his voice almost slurred.
I bit my lip. I wasthatclose to coming right now.
“Can I put my fingers inside you?”
We were still staring at each other. I nodded, desperate for his touch inside me.
Slowly, oh-so very slowly, he slid two fingers in me deeply, just as he teased his thumb over my clit. I came instantly, crying out and feeling my channel clenching around his fingers.
We stared at each other, both of us in shock.
ChapterTwelve
KENAN
My heart beat so hard and fast that my entire body felt the subtle aftershocks of each resounding kick against my ribs. Somehow, hell if I know how, Quinn and I disentangled ourselves.
I slid my gaze sideways a few minutes later. She sat where she would normally be seated on the couch with the bowl of popcorn on her lap, but she wasn’t eating any of it. Her eyes were trained on the television. Her cheeks were still tinged pink, and I could feel the buzz of desire humming through me.
I wanted to reach over, knock that bowl of popcorn on the floor, and pull her back onto my lap. I wanted to kiss her senseless all over again. Only this time, I wanted to make her come all over my cock.
Instead, I yanked my eyes away, staring blindly at the television. I took a slow and quiet breath, willing my heartbeat to slow and willing the desire, practically kicking and screaming inside, to calm the fuck down.
If I thought kissing her was a mistake, this was far worse. I didn’t know how to shake it. I didn’t know how to back out of it now. Quinn had laid down the marker. It was her call.
Maybe it was habit, perhaps it was because we’d known each other for so long, or maybe it was because there was no other choice, but somehow, we dragged ourselves back onto familiar ground. We laughed at an episode of a sitcom. I think maybe I ate four pieces of popcorn to Quinn’s single piece.
When the show finished, I slid my palms down my thighs, saying, “I gotta roll,” as I stood from the couch, something I said every week.
Quinn went to bed early. She always had. Or so she told me. She said she liked to get to the office before other people so she could have some quiet time to work before dealing with too many interruptions.
She walked me to the door, as she usually did. When I glanced down, it was as if a rubber band snapped back into place. I wanted to kiss her all over again.
She looked up at me, blinking twice. “Well,” she said, her voice bright and a little strained.
Don’t kiss her again, my rational mind said.
But I want to. We’ve already gone this far. What’s the sense in stopping now?
Points for logic, my rational mind offered, dry tone, and all.
Fuck it.
As I held her gaze and saw the heat still flickering there, mingling with hints of my uncertainty, I thought it made the most sense to kiss her again.
At least then, we could stop worrying. At least then, the need and desire would get a tiny release valve.
“Good night,” she whispered, seeming to have given up on trying to be forced and bright.
I took a step, looking down as I lifted a hand to nudge her chin up with my knuckles.
