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A burst of feeling swells in my chest and sets my heart racing. I reach for him, bringing his lips to mine, and kissing him in earnest. I send all of his loving words back to him with my lips before he pulls back lightly.

“Ah — what about my turn? What did you think when you first saw me?” He raises an eyebrow, smirking.

“Oh, don’t make me say it, you egomaniac.” I paw against his chest, rolling my eyes, but he tightens his grip.

“Me? Ego?” He feigns offense. Suddenly, he flips me over onto my back, resting on his elbows above me. “Never.”

I lick my lips. “I thought ‘I’d like to know the color of his sheets.’ This was much more what I had in mind than washing them.”

I expect a low chuckle at my attempt at humor, but Wesley stiffens above me, his face twisting. He flips over and rests his elbows onto his knees and tucking away from me.

I reach for him absently. “Wes.” I swallow, feeling his absence. “I was joking.”

“Yeah, I know.” His voice is hard.

“I’m s—”

“Don’t apologize! Fuck.” He still won’t look at me, but I can imagine the pained expression on his face, that haunted, guilty look in his eyes. I can’t stand it.

I reach for him, forcing him to look at me. “It was a dumb joke. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You were just telling the truth.” His voice is flat.

I sigh and meet his gaze head-on. “Listen to me. I don’t want this to be a thing between us. I like my life, and I work hard. Do I make as much money as I wish I did? No. But that’s just the way it is. I’m fine with it. You need to be, too.”

Something flickers in his gaze. I press my palm to his chest, leaning closer. “I want this. I want you.” I press my forehead against his and wrap my hands around his neck. “Please.”

He wraps his arms around me, rubbing circles on my back, but his eyes are still pained. I lift my leg, crawling onto his lap, and grind into him.

“Please.” I press into his chest, arching my back. “Wesley.”

His eyes darken, flames rising in his gaze.

I lean back from him, resting on my heels. Slowly, I bring my hands down and slip my fingers inside of me, my gaze never leaving his. He groans, the sound nearly a growl as he watches me, his eyes dropping.

I circle my clit slowly, bringing my other hand up to my nipple and twisting it in my fingers. I moan and continue circling, letting out breathy, choked sounds of pleasure.

“Quinn, fuck.” Wesley watches me and I can feel his hardness growing underneath me. It makes me feel bold. I’ve never been very good at dirty talk, but I want Wesley to know how turned on I am.

“Wes. I want your hand. Your cock.” I slip two fingers inside with a gasp. “I want you to feel how wet I am for you. Please?”

Before I can say anything else, he attacks me with his mouth, kissing every inch of me hungrily. He takes his cock into his hand, moving it towards me, pressing the tip into me.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He pulls my hair back to meet his hungry gaze and I love it, being totally under his control.

“Yes, please, please.”

And for the rest of the day, we don’t leave the bed.

Chapter 33

Wesley

Hours later, we’re still in bed, eating Thai takeout and watching a True Crime series. I’m hardly paying attention because I’m so focused on Quinn, her body curled up next to me. I somehow convince her to stay for dinner, selfishly taking every minute I can get with her. Part of me is terrified that once I let her out of my sight, she'll leave forever.

For now, it’s just us. In this room. No family pressures, no business to deal with, no secrets and lies. Just us.

She pops a piece of edamame into her mouth and holds one out for me to do the same, letting me suck on it until she pulls the shell out of my mouth. The gesture sees a strange tingle in my stomach.