Page 53 of The Commander

But that would be going too far tonight.

For Quinn.

Not for me.

So instead, I settle beside her and wrap her in my arms as she turns to face me.

“I said no,” she says quietly, lying.

“You look beautiful when you come,” I reply, feeling my eyes glistening with desire and emotion.

“It never happened.” Quinn blushes as she glances away, but when I take her chin in my fingers, all I see is the lingering contentment of a powerful orgasm.

“I have your juices on my tongue still, sweetheart. It happened. And it’s going to happen again.”

She lets me kiss her again, melting into me as I cup her sexy ass.

Is it possible that this could really happen between us?

“What happened with the rope?” Quinn asks the moment my lips lift from hers. Despite the change of subject, her fingers play with the buttons of my shirt, and I like it.

“Keep this quiet, but we think it might be the cartel.”

“God, really?” Quinn tucks her hand under her head, then flinches. I take it, frowning, as I rub my thumb over the Band-Aid.

“Remember my last night at the bar? Before I went on the bull—”

“Don’t, Noah.” Her eyes flutter closed, not wanting to remember. “What we just did...This. Us. It can never happen.”

The hell it can’t.

I could point out that I had her spread out like a sandwich, eating her pussy, thrusting my fingers inside her. That if I wanted, I could rip off everything she’s wearing and feast on her breasts, make her suck my cock until I come so hard she’s forced to swallow.

But Quinn Parker is as stubborn as an ox.

With no legal ramifications between us, I am free to act like I wasn’t before. Talk doesn’t seem to work with her, so I let her body do the talking. I grab her face and kiss her with so much passion that those pretty eyes of hers are forced open and have to acknowledge me.

Then, when she’s out of breath, I turn her over, throw my leg over hers and tuck her flush against me.

“Go to sleep.”

Inch by inch, I will make her mine over the next two weeks. By the time she leaves training, Mark will be some guy she used to know, and Quinn will be mine.

Forever.

I will not become my father.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

QUINN

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Waking, wrapped in Noah’s arms, was not how I saw this training going. Even though I felt disloyal to Mark and knew what I was doing was wrong—my military career and reputation are at stake—I still let him slide between my legs and make me come.

And, oh God, did he.

Every single millisecond is etched into my memory. I’ve never felt so sensitive, aroused, horny or come so hard in my damn life.