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Like a lamb being led to the slaughter, I let him lead me through the pub, to the back. It all happens so fast. I’m braced with my back against the brick wall, while one of his arms cages me in by the side of my head, his body so close, we’re nearly touching. His fingers slide down my cheek, lower until they rest around my neck, holding it gently. The pulse in my throat is beating wildly.

He bends his head, settling his lips on the throbbing vein on my neck. He moves his mouth to my ear.

“No promises. No strings.” His voice is husky, low, and sexy. Damn, I nearly come just at the sound of his voice.

I lick my lips. A moment of sanity becomes clear. “I’m not sure I can do that,” I whisper.

“Let’s find out.” I feel his lips curve into a smile as he kisses my neck, then his mouth covers mine in an all-encompassing kiss that takes me into another dimension, so gloriously full of promise and passion that I’m swept into this heaven that only seems possible when he’s with me.

When he pulls away, his voice is ragged and breathless. “No strings,” he repeats.

Sane is no longer an option. One night that’s mine. The sex will be out of this world, and I’ll have a memory to last a lifetime.

“No strings,” I murmur.

TWO

Complicated

PRIEST

Iwatch her sleeping form, the room in darkness except for the sliver of moonlight pouring through the curtains. She’s twisted in the sheets, but her bare back is exposed. I follow the curve of her spine to the indentation at the small of her back. A few hours earlier, I traced my tongue down the same path, listening to her moans of pleasure as my hands roamed every inch of her.

Her face is gentle as her head lies on the pillow. She’s fast asleep. I pull on my boots and take one last look at the beauty lying in the bed. I sit with my elbows on my knees, leaning forward to take her all in one last time. Her eyes flutter open, and a shy smile forms on her pink lips, still swollen from our fucking.

“Are we out of time?” she asks. Turning onto her side, she draws the sheets up to cover her nakedness, then sits up with her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

“We agreed,” I remind her, narrowing my gaze on her mouth as she bites her lower lip.

“Not complaining. Just asking,” she replies. “It was a good night.” She’s saying all the right things, but I can see the sadness in her eyes. Quinn likes me in her bed. Throughout the entire night, I was careful not to say her name. Saying her name creates an attachment I can’t afford. She scuttles to the side of the bed, still clutching the sheets to her, and grabs a blanket thrown over the chair next to her. “Be careful driving home,” she says quietly.

Quinn disappears through the connecting door to the en suite bathroom. I hear the shower running. My imagination pictures the warm water sluicing over her creamy white, silky skin, turning it a pretty pink. The drizzling beads of liquid on her perky breasts, her head thrown back, her fingers flowing through the strands of her hair.

My cock grows hard as I think of how I want to join her. The idea of pressing her front against the tiled shower wall and taking her from behind almost has me coming in my pants.

Fuck it! I kick off the boots I just put on and strip on my way to the bathroom. Her elegant silhouette is breathtaking. I glide the shower door open and climb in behind her. She gives a shriek of surprise, clasps at her chest, then lets out a sigh of relief when she sees it’s me.

“What—” she gasps, catching her breath.

“We got time for one more,” I moan, my cock poking into her bottom. “Hands against the wall. Brace yourself. It’s going to be hard and fast.” And explosive.

Quinn looks over her shoulder and demands, “Name.”

I’m conflicted. No strings, no names.

She asks once more, more determined this time. “Name!”

“Priest.”

“Fuck me, Priest,” she whispers.

I do just that, but not before I take my time. I massage her breasts, playfully tugging and twisting her hard nipples until she squirms, pressing her ass against my groin. Then I move lower, with a hand between her legs, eliciting the most delicious moans that I swallow with a kiss. I insert two fingers inside her. My needy girl spreads her legs wider, giving me full access.

“You like that?”

“Yeah.” I love the way her voice hitches when I hit her G-spot. Christ, she’s so beautiful, it makes me want to lock us both away from the wicked world forever.

I slap her pussy lightly. She jolts and begs for my cock. “I need you,” she pleads.

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