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Her hips rock into my touch, giving me what I want. “So wet for me, Georgeous.”
Biting her lip, she lets out that little mewling sound that has me groaning against her ear. Pressing my hips forward as she rocks back.
“I’m gonna make you come. Just like this.” I slip a finger inside her and my balls go tight when she clamps around it. “And we’re going to watch together.”
Oh yeah, she likes this little game.
Note to self: Get a bigger mirror for my place.
I’m pumping my finger inside her, slow and firm. Rubbing over her sweet spot with my palm. “You like watching me finger you, Georgie. Want to watch me get you off so good?”
That groan. Jesus, she’s already close. “Or maybe you want to watch more…” Capturing her nipple between my fingers I give it a little tug and get another stronger clench. “You want to watch me fuck you?”
“Quinn,” she gasps, her breath breaking and catching.
“Should I slide your jeans off? Bend you over this dresser?” And okay, she’s not the only one this fantasy is working for. I can practically feel her bare ass against me, my knee spreading her thighs. “And when I push inside you, bare, nothing but my hard cock working inside your slick, wet pussy—”
That building tension breaks and she cries out, once, before I’m capturing the rest with my kiss, nearly creaming my own jeans at the feel of her coming all over my hand. I’ll do her like I described—because clearly she dug it—but back at my place where she can make all the noise she wants and we can spend the whole rest of the night tangled up in each other. Not when she’s got less than an hour before she needs to go babysit for her cousin.
Keeping my arm banded around her middle, I slip my other hand free of her panties.
“That was so—”
“Hot?” I say licking her sweetness from one finger and then the next.
“Crazy hot,” she whispers, eyes already hazing with need. And then she’s pushing to her toes, meeting me for a kiss that’s starting to burn out of control, when she rips back, eyes wide. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” Because I didn’t hear anything past the slamming of my heart and her soft moans.
But now I do.
The creak of wood and rattle of keys.
She mouths the words “my dad” and then completely loses her shit. She’s out of my arms in a blink, tripping over her feet as she looks at me in a panic, spins in a circle, and then yanks open the closet—filled with shelves—whips around to the window and starts jerking at the handle.
Which has me starting to freak, because— “Babe, I’m not going out the fucking window.”
She grips my shirt and pulls me toward the hall, but at the sound of the door opening shoves me back.
“Relax. Just let me meet him.” I should have met this man a month ago.
“What?” she hisses so quietly but forcefully I’m not even sure how she did it. “You going toshake his hand?”
Okay, she’s got a point. But still—
“Quinn, get under my bed.”
I’m about to protest because I’m twenty-seven years old. We’re both adults. This isn’t like high school when—
“He willkillyou.”
And there’s something in the way she says it that has me dragging my 200-pound, six-foot-three body to the floor at the far side of her bed and wedging myself beneath it.
“Pop?” she croaks out. “That you?”
“George!” a deep, raspy voice booms out. There’s a shuffle of heavy steps and maybe a hug. “Thought you’d be at that concert since Charlotte’s plans fell through.”
“What? When—”
