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Page 129 of End It All

Blake twisted on his heels and glared at me.

"I mean, I'm sorry, baby girl. I'll be good."

He bent over and pressed his lips against my ear. "Better be or I won't fill your filthy hole with a drop of my cum for a month."

Blake was fucking diabolical and he knew it.

I countedout the money from last night's little adventure. Breaking into the house had been pretty easy, stealing secrets that could help my brothers blackmail a senator? Priceless. To be fair, the man was a real piece of shit. I'd seen his paper copies of all the people he'd slept with, and quite a few of them were well below the legal age. So, I didn't feel horrible about taking him down or robbing him blind. It was like I was making a difference in the world.

"What are you doing?" Quincy yawned as he walked into the kitchen, scratching his balls through his boxers.

I had finally convinced him to at least not wander around the kitchen in the nude. All the grease and sharp objects seemed to be good enough reasons to make him slip on boxers before coming out of the bedroom.

"Ugh," I groaned. "Don't scratch your junk in the kitchen. It's gross." I waved a hand at the stove. "I'm cooking breakfast. Just got back."

"Yeah, I know you just got back," he huffed. "It's like you're out every night now."

"True, but I have to make some money." I laid a stack of cash in front of him. "Here, this is for you. Do you think you could take care of the bills today and grab some groceries? I'm exhausted."

The anger that colored Quincy's face was nothing short of hilarious. Okay, maybe I was still getting my revenge on him here and there, but it was really cute when he was so against being my trophy husband. I didn't know why. I thought it was cute that he was home all day, just waiting for me to get back. Besides, it kept him out of trouble.

Quincy shoved the money over the island. "I don't need your money."

I frowned. "Why are you being like this? I want to take care of you."

"I have never been taken care of in my life!" Quincy snapped. "You're doing this on purpose. I swear you are."

Grinning, I left a kiss on his arm. "Just so you know, there's more money waiting if I come home and you're dressed up like a french maid. Bring the little feather duster. I feel like that would add a nice touch."

The growl that left his throat didn't even sound human. I saw it in his eyes, one split second of insanity before he lunged at me. I yelped, nearly tripped over a barstool, and made a beeline for the bedroom. Before I could even get inside all of the way, he battered his big body against it. The gap in the door made my heart thunder. Quincy slammed into it again. My hand slipped on the knob, and I had to make a decision; hold on tight or run for my life.

I ran.

Or at least I tried to.

Quincy snatched me before I made it to the bathroom and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced, laughter pouring out of me as he straddled my body. He panted as he glared down at me.

"Enough of your shit!"

"Why?" I asked. "You've called me baby girl the entire time I've known you. I can't tease you back?"

"Baby girl ain't teasing," he growled. "It's... it's... Just what I call you."

I could swear his face turned a shade redder than it had been before. He glanced away from me, his mouth in a straight, pouting line. I reached up and cupped his cheek.

“Felt like teasing for a long time,” I pointed out.

“Well, it’s not anymore,” he mumbled.

"Your nicknames make me happy. At least someone gives enough of a fuck to give me one."

"So, I gave you your first nickname?"

I smiled. "Yep, first one in a relationship. I mean, you were also the first man to ever let me top. And the first person I've ever fucked without a condom."

Quincy blinked at me. "What?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. I was always the bottom, but you bent over for me one good time and I knew I was never going back." He chuckled. "Especially when you barked out commands while I fucked you. I asked Ash and we researched. Pretty sure you're what's known as a dominant bottom. I can't say I'm mad at that."




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