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“Oh fuck,” he gasps, trying to pull out of my mouth, but I latch on, my cheeks hollowing with the suction.
The first spurt jets down my throat, with more to follow in quick succession, and I nearly gag, but I swallow everything he gives, wanting him inside me. As his body jerks and spasms under my mouth, my hand quickens, desperate to bring myself to release. And I’m not far off because watching Quinn come with a thunderous scream because of me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Before the last tremor rocks his body, he’s on me, pushing me backward and shoving the coffee table out of the way so he can throw me onto the carpet.
I’m taken off guard and confused. But everything becomes crystal clear when he reaches between us, frantically yanking my dress up and my tights and underwear down.
He lowers his head and buries his face between my legs, his mouth devouring my sex.I cry out because I’m already so close, and it doesn’t take long before I’m screaming out my release in long, labored pants.
This is the most erotic experience of my life, and the thought of what I did, combined with what Quinn is doing to me now, has me riding this pleasure for as long as I can. And Quinn doesn’t stop until I beg him to, certain I will die if I come apart again.
I’m spent. I’m sticky. And I’m shaking.
But would I trade this feeling for anything in the world?
Hell to the fuck no.
I’m the first to wake this time, although I wish I wasn’t because I’m curled around Quinn’s body. I wish we could stay this way forever.
However, that quickly changes as I hear a distinct banging on the door, followed by a loud voice shouting, “Open up! It’s the police!”
I spring upright, my heart about to burst through my chest. I brush back my hair, my ears needing to confirm if what I heard is real.
As the thumping pounds louder against our door, I jump out of bed and frantically shake Quinn to wake him up because this shitisreal. Lucky growls low in his throat, but I softly shush him, and thankfully, he seems to understand the dire situation we’re faced with and remains quiet.
When Quinn doesn’t stir, I shake him once again.
“What?” he moans, his eyes slipping open.
But I place my finger over his lips as the banging continues.
The moment I widen my eyes and mouth, “Police,” Quinn bolts upright, his eyes wild as he jumps out of bed, slipping on his jeans and sweater in record time.
I follow suit, balancing on one foot as I slide my boot on, not bothering to tie my laces as I slip my knife snugly inside.
Quinn grabs his wallet and backpack, motioning with his head toward the window. I nod, reaching for my backpack, but sadly, I don’t have enough time to gather anything else as the banging continues to get louder and louder.
Quinn softly unlatches the lock and steps out onto the balcony, holding the bifold door open for Lucky and me.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask, looking for an escape route but not seeing anything unless I fancy plummeting eighteen stories to my death.
Quinn sucks on his lip ring, his eyes frantically searching for an escape. As he looks to his right and peers up, he sees it.
“Up, Red. We gotta climb up.”
I see where he’s looking and cringe, but there is no other option.
“What about Lucky? We can’t leave him here,” I say on the verge of tears.
“I’ll carry him,” Quinn says, giving me a quick kiss to the forehead.
He carefully steps over the low balcony rail and settles onto the narrow ledge, testing its strength. His back rests against the railing, his hands braced behind him, holding on tight.
His hair whips violently in the wind, and he turns his neck to look at me.
“I’m going to scale across, okay? When I’m about halfway, close to the platform on the other side, you follow.”
Looking at the rusty old platform about twenty steps away, I can’t believe how a five-star hotel can have such a dangerous fire escape and not be shut down. It looks like it hasn’t been operational since 1901, and I can see some missing steps. But it’s the only escape route we have.
