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She’s nodding, her eyes wide, her body leaning forward. “I’m prepared for anything you want me to do. My uncle had only good things to say about you, and I’m looking forward to everything you can teach me.”
I nod in satisfaction. Really not a bad thing, indeed.
“This is going to be an adjustment for both of us, but with that attitude, I’m sure we’ll both benefit.”
The smile that takes over her face has me swallowing heavily. She’s truly a stunning woman, and I have the overwhelming need to ask if she’s got someone in her life. I can’t, though. It’s not professional, and I’m married, for fuck’s sake. A woman’s relationship status is the last thing that should be on my mind.
But the way she’s looking at me has me wondering if there’s more than just admiration for my work ethic in her eyes. I’m no stranger to receiving admiring looks from women, not gonna lie. It’s a stroke to the ego, but that’s all that it’s ever been. I love Bailey. So why are these thoughts popping into my head? Why is it a struggle not to let my eyes wander lower than her face?
*****
BAILEY
MY OFFICEdoor bangs open, making my heart jump.
“Quinn!” I press my hand against my racing heart. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re going home. Now.”
His voice is deep, his eyes smoky as he takes a step closer to me setting off a huge flock of birds flapping wildly in my stomach. I know that look. I lick my lips, and his eyes follow the motion.
“Why is that?” I murmur.
“Because I need to feel the heat of my wife’s sweet, sweet pussy.” In two strides, he reaches me, pulling me from my chair and against him. I can feel the evidence of exactly what he wants pressing into me, weakening my knees. “What I want more than anything is to hear your moans when I make you come.”
The last he whispers into my ear, and magically, the flock of birds morphs into a herd of wild horses, galloping, twisting and turning, churning up my insides with wild abandon and igniting a hunger for my husband.
“Quinn, it’s not closing time yet.” My protest is half-hearted at best.
“Hmm, you’re the boss. You can take off whenever you want.”
He grabs my hand, his fingers, a warm and comforting presence intertwining with mine, and then he’s pulling me. All I have time for is a quick, “Olivia, please lock up,” before we’re out of the store, rushing home, adrenaline pumping through me, lengthening my steps so that I have no problem keeping up with his almost frantic stride.
Inside the apartment, there’s not even a second of hesitation. We’re a frenzy of hands, lips, and teeth. His hands tunnel under my skirt, grabbing and dragging my underwear down my legs. While I’m kicking them off, he’s unbuttoning his pants. His hands are rough, grabbing and squeezing my ass, grinding his fully erect cock against my stomach. He’s hard and ready, and the next moment, he lifts me, my back up against the door, my legs winding around his waist, clamping and pulling him as close as he can get. I have a second to feel him nudging me, and then he’s driving inside me. The force of his invasion is almost painful, but it’s the best kind of pain. He buries his face in my neck and then starts thrusting, pulling out almost all the way, then slamming back in, a grunt torn from his throat with each thrust. It’s rough, it’s hard, and all I can do is hold on for all that I’m worth.
I don’t care that my back’s hitting the door with every thrust or that the neighbors might hear the thumping of the door. I’ve never felt this wild, uncontained side from Quinn, and it’s making me feel like a goddess.
I arch my back, grinding my pelvis against him. The wave inside me is building, but I need that little extra to get me there, to push me over the edge.
“Please Quinn…” I whimper, begging for his fingers, but before I articulate what I need, his lips take mine in a bruising kiss. I’m breathless by the time his lips leave mine.
“Just…” He shudders. “Hold on, I’m almost there.”
Two more thrusts, and then his body stiffens, and he’s exploding, his thrusts becoming jerky and his body shuddering.
My head thumps back against the door in frustration. I was so damn close.
It seems like his strength leaves his body because he slumps down, taking me with him. He’s breathless; his chest is rising up and down at an almost alarming rate.
I’m lying on the floor, the wood hard against my back, Quinn’s come sliding down my leg. I haven’t come. I’m still wearing most of my clothes, but despite that, I’m happy.
“What was that?”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold on.” He’s not meeting my eyes, so I turn on my side and stroke his cheek, reassuring him that we’re good. We’re more than good. I haven’t felt this much passion, this desperate need he has for me in so long. I press a kiss to his mouth, trailing my fingers down the slope of his nose, his cheek, outlining his lips.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. That was amazing. If at any time you feel you can’t wait, you have my full permission to drag me home like a caveman.”
CHAPTER THREE
