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Hanna’s phone chimes, and after a glance, she gets up and stretches.
“Aidan’s on his way to pick up the kids. I think I’m going to call it a night. I’ve been on my feet since seven this morning, and I’m beat. Text me the details when you decide where to go.”
Glancing at the time on my cell phone, I’m surprised it’s already after ten. Aspen doesn’t linger long—no doubt in a hurry to get home to Ryan—and leaves not long after Hannah does. The three single girls in our little group take their time, and I have to curb my impatience. I love our get-togethers, but I need to get home.
Finally, everyone leaves, and I follow them out of the store, locking up behind me. I’ll come in a bit earlier to do the clean-up.
Quinn should be home by now, and I need to see him. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking today, and I’ve made up my mind to not let defeat get the better of me. I want to sit him down and have a talk. If I have to drag him kicking and screaming through this bad patch we’re having, that’s what I’ll do. But I’m not going to allow it to carry on. It can’t.
I usually love the walk home, but tonight I miss my car. The ten-minute walk feels endless and lonely. Unbidden, the memory of Kallan walking next to me, his shoulders slightly hunched, his hands in his pockets, springs to mind, but I ruthlessly shove it down. Tonight, it’s about Quinn and me. Kallan has no place in my thoughts.
I have plans for tonight. Quinn should be relaxed from spending time with the boys. I want to pour us a glass of wine and then sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk. I want him to tell me what’s going on with him. I know it’s more than work stress.
The last time we made love was good, and I loved how we cuddled after, but it left me with a niggle of worry in the back of my mind. I know he’s under a huge amount of pressure, and if he needs me to help him ease some of it, I’m more than willing. But he felt detached somehow. Not once did he look me in the eye, and I felt more like an object than someone he loves. I didn’t like it. It left me feeling hollow and empty. I want to reestablish the intimacy that’s been lacking the last two times we had sex. I want us to shower together, wet, soapy hands, taking the time to explore each other’s bodies. Then by the time the hot water runs out, I want us to move to our bed, where I can feel his naked body pressed up against me. I want to feel his mouth on mine. I want him to taste me. I want to taste him. I want to look into his eyes while we move together, and I want to feel the way his body tightens and see the look of pleasure on his face when he comes.
There’s so much I want, and it’s all centered around him.
*****
QUINN
I DON’Tknow what it is. When I’m with Bailey, determination fills me to put a stop to this thing brewing between me and Justine. But then I look at Justine, and all my promises to myself fly out the window.
I have time to stop it, to come up with one or other inane excuse before I walk down a path I absolutely should not. Before things progress further than a kiss.
I tried. I really did. I’ve said those words before, but it seems that when it comes to Justine denial is a pointless exercise.
The morning after the kiss, I went into the office, determined to keep things professional. I wasn’t prepared for her. The hesitant girl from the night before had disappeared, leaving in her wake someone who left my knees weak with desire. The small, discreet touches made my stomach clench. The way she’d trail her fingers slowly down the valley between her breasts had my hands clenching. Every smoldering promise her eyes kept giving me had me erect all morning. The last straw was when she whispered how she made herself come while thinking of me when she got home. I was lost. My willpower crumbled, blowing away like dust in the wind.
More late nights led to more make-out sessions, each one going a tiny step further, only driving the anticipation higher.
Last night we were practically dry-humping each other on my couch, and I’m so fucking done with waiting. I’m so fucking done with this back-and-forth of what’s right versus what I want, and now that I’m giving in, I’m relieved.
That’s why I find myself outside her apartment instead of meeting the guys for a game of basketball. Exhaling, I feel the tension seeping out, and my next breath is filled with anticipation and excitement.
If not for being held up after work, I would have been here an hour ago. Fucking Phillip wanted an impromptu performance review on Justine. I sang her praises, of course. Everything I said was true. What I didn’t say was what had me smiling at him. Picturing what he’d look like if I told him I’m about to fuck his niece had me almost chuckling. I’m playing a dangerous game, and it’s…exhilarating.
The whole day has been an exercise in self-control, knowing what was coming tonight, and I’m done fighting it.
If I played my cards right and kept things safe, Bailey would never have to find out. I could let this infatuation and lust run its course.
The thought of Bailey makes me hesitate, the magnitude of what I’m about to do sinking in, the irrevocability of it, but then the door opens, and our eyes meet.
“You came,” she breathes, and the tension that’s been building between us explodes, and every thought gets driven out of my mind.
I take two steps inside, barely having the presence of mind to slam the door behind me before dragging her into my arms.
Our lips clash, her frantic hands pushing my jacket off my shoulders while I’m yanking her blouse from her skirt. Her arms lift long enough for me to jerk it over her head, tossing it to the ground before they’re back, undoing the buttons of my shirt. My need is a pulsing, beating entity, its force driving every coherent thought from my mind. My shirt joins my tie on the floor, her bra not long after. I want to take a moment to look at her tits, see if they look as good as they feel, but it can wait. My dick is the one driving the show right now, and he’s desperate to stake his claim on her pussy. I’ll look at them later. Worship them.
I’m still pulling off my shoes and socks, hopping from one foot to another while she tugs me into her room. Then we’re on the bed, a heap of tangled limbs. My heart’s galloping like a racehorse, the illicitness of it all just as intoxicating as the feel of her bare skin against mine.
I’m out of my mind when I drive into her, my lips on hers, our open mouths absorbing our moans. Everything about her is different. The pitch of her moans, the smell of her, the taste of her. The way she moves her body against mine. Even the way her pussy grips my cock. It’s all I dreamed it would be and more.
It nearly fucking kills me, but I hold on to my restraint, waiting for her to come on my dick before I finally allow myself to surrender myself to my climax, my body shuddering against hers.
Rolling off her, I pull her close and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. I’m spent and exhausted, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time. There’s a certain kind of freedom in letting go of what’s right and what’s wrong and just surrendering.
Finally pulling back, I trail my fingers down her nose, across her cheek.
