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“Okay?” I repeat back at her. “Are you upset with me?”

She shakes her head. “No. Thank you for getting me an interview.”

I reach for her, needing her close to me again. “You’re welcome. I just want you to be happy, Quinn. I want to help make you happy in any way I can.”

“You really want to make me happy?” She asks me, tilting her head up to meet my eyes. Her warm smile smolders into something deeper.

“Yes,” I breathe out, taking her in.

She licks her lips, her eyes darkening. “Then take me home.”

Chapter 36

Wesley

We stumble into the apartment, wrapped up in each other. I want to touch every inch of her. My hands roam freely as she grips my hair, and I kick my shoes off and rip off my suit jacket, throwing it to the side. I move to do the same to hers, frantic, desperate to touch her, and she chuckles against my mouth, stepping back.

“Feeling impatient again?” She grins.

I scoop her up in response, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her on her back softly on my bed. I pull back and stare down at her, drinking her in, but she reaches for me and brings me down to her soft lips. So soft.

Everything in me is screaming to take her now, but I force myself to slow down, matching the pace of her exploring mouth. She pulls me down to her, but then surprises me by pushing me to the side and lifting her leg over mine and settling in my lap on top of me.

I let her take the lead, resting my palms on the bed behind us as she kisses my neck, teething at it in a way that I know will leave a mark.

“Feeling territorial?” I smirk, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. She doesn’t back down. Not at all. Instead, her hand travels to my pants, unbuckling my belt and touching me where I need her most.

I moan and she takes me out, drawing her hand up and down my length with wicked slowness.

“Faster,” I choke out.

She grins and obeys, quickening her pace as she continues to stroke me. She brings her lips down to mine again, kissing me as she jerks me, her fingers tightening around me. I can’t help but thrust into her hand, needing more. I move to flip us but she pulls her hand away and pushes my chest down, straddling me, her eyes flashing in warning.

Understanding spreads through me and I take a deep breath. “Quinn. I need it.”

She smirks. “Need what, Wesley?” Her hand travels back down to me and traces down my length again.

I buck my hips and groan. “Please baby, let me fuck you.”

I’ve barely let the words out when she stands up completely, leaving me lying on the bed, my pants pooled at my ankles. I watch as she turns and unzips her dress, her hands traveling slowly down her back. She steps out of the dress, standing in front of me in a matching red lace set.

“Quinn,” I half-choke the word, taking her in. She smirks another wicked grin and reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the ground in front of her. My chest rises and falls as I watch her hook her fingers around the sides of her panties and slowly — God, so slowly — she lets them fall around her ankles and steps out, completely naked.

I reach out to touch her and she grabs my hands and presses them on either side of me, straddling me again. I never thought I’d be so turned on by a woman taking the lead like this, but I want to obey every word that Quinn tells me. I love watching her straddle me and take control.

“No touching,” she whispers, her tone scolding as she rubs her clit up against me, sending me into a frenzy. I groan at her instructions and how badly I want to touch her.

“Let me make you feel good, baby.”

She shakes her head, her eyes darkening, and keeps my hands pinned at my sides. “No touching,” she repeats, then releases my hands and shifts so she’s aligned right with my cock. Then, slowly, she lowers herself onto me and lets me fill her completely.

“Fuck,” I hiss out the word and twist my hands into the sheets, watching her. She arches her back and lowers herself all the way and I fill her completely. “Fuck, Quinn.” I’m not capable of saying anything else.

“Wesley,” she moans to match me and brings her hand up to her nipple, twisting it in her hands. “Do you wish you could feel this?” She moves her hand down to her clit. “How wet I am for you.”

She presses down on me again, riding me with a slow rhythm now. “God, baby, this is torture.” I watch her fingers play with her clit and I can see how soaking she is from here.

“It feels good.” She lets out a breathy moan as she fucks me. “Almost as good as your cock feels, filling me up.” I thrust my hips up, driving into her and her mouth falls open with surprise. She smirks down at me in permission, so I thrust again, and she moans at the contact.