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I fall back against the pillow, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. Give it to me.”

I roll over and grab my phone from the bedside table, searching for her message. I click on it and the sound of her voice fills the room.

Hey, you. Mr. Marks. I bet all the secretaries at your job call you that. Mr. Marksssssss.

I glance over at Quinn and her entire face is red. She’s completely still as we listen to her slurred voice.

You know something? I want to tell you what I really think, Mr. Meanie Marks. I think that I do not understand you! One day you are rude, the next you’re nice! One day you act like an arrogant jerk, insulting me, making me feel so…small.

I glance away, pained by the vulnerability in her voice, swallowing the lump in my throat. I’d forgotten about that part. My eyes flicker over to her, searching for a reaction, but her face gives nothing away.

Then the next day you’re being all friendly and being cute with your niece and telling me we are friends. Well — I don’t want to be friends with you or your firm butt. Even if it is a great butt…GUYS! It’s a firm butt. A yummy butt—

She yelps and reaches out and grabs my phone, turning the sound off. “That’s enough. Where’s the delete button on this thing?” She’s blushing more than I’ve ever seen her.

I grab the phone from her hands and slip it into the top drawer of my bedside table. “Don’t you dare. I’m keeping it forever.”

She drops her head into her hands and groans. “That is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I called you.”

I pull her into my arms again, wanting her close. There’s a need to make her feel better clawing its way up my throat, like I’m in pain seeing her in distress.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I nudge her. “I think your butt is much more than yummy.” I drag my hand down and smack her ass lightly, wrapping her closer to me. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer. I didn’t see the message til later and I was worried about you getting home.”

“I don’t normally drink like that. This was a special occasion.”

“Oh yeah? Your hot date?” I press a soft kiss on her neck. “How did that go, by the way?”

She groans again and nuzzles into my chest. “You’re the worst. How did you know I was lying?”

“I didn’t.” I smirk, quirking an eyebrow at her as she turns away and buries her face further into the pillow. “Though I was wondering why you’d be drunk-dialing me if you were on a date.”

I run my fingers along her spine, watching goosebumps form slowly on her arm. “Why did you lie, sweetheart?”

“You know why.”

“Hmm.” I continue tracing circles on her back. “Our little game.”

She turns back towards me quickly and peers right into my eyes. “So you admit it! You were trying to seduce me!”

I chuckle and wrap my hand around her waist. “Well, apparently it worked. Can we rest now? Or do you have more questions?”

“Only like a million.” She snuggles closer and closes her eyes, finally. I tighten my hold on her, listening closely to the sound of her breaths until she falls asleep in my arms.

Chapter 32

Quinn

I wake up feeling very warm and soft. Like I'm sleeping on a cloud. I snuggle tighter, pulling my pillow closer, and inhale. My pillow smells amazing — it smells like Wesley, actually.

Wait — Wesley.

My eyes fly open as the events of last night tumble through my mind. Wesley kissing me. Wesley coaxing orgasm after orgasm from me. Wesley's wild thrusts, the feeling of his hard body rocking into mine.

Oh my god.

That was real. That was real, right? I pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming Nope — nothing. Rubbing my eyes, I glance around to register that I am in Wesley’s bedroom. In Wesley’s bed. Alone.