Page 34 of Sin for You

“There’s a guy getting loud out here. Trying to start something.”

Fuck. I pressed my forehead to Quinn’s, breathing hard. “Be right out,” I called. “Need to sort this,” I said to Quinn.

She nodded.

I let her slide down my body.

“Bull,” Dot called again. “We need you out here now.”

“Coming,” I called back. Just a few minutes more and Quinn would’ve been coming against my mouth. I gave Quinn’s hips a squeeze, because I had to touch her one more time, and strode out, leaving her in my office.

Everything took a hell of a lot longer than I expected. The asshole had broken a couple of glasses and was turning over furniture when I walked in.

Quinn waved to me as she left a while later, and I cursed the fucker again who had taken me away from her right when I was finally going to have her.

Fuck that.

The night wasn’t over yet.

* * *

Quinn

Bull: You had dinner?

Bull’s text came at eight o’clock and nerves instantly took off in my belly.

Quinn: Not yet.

Bull: You like pepperoni?

He was bringing pizza over and we were totally going to pick up where we left off in his office. I flushed with heat, excitement curling in my belly.

Quinn: I like everything.

Bull: On it. Be there in fifteen.

Oh my God, was this really happening? I rushed upstairs and changed into a different T-shirt. It was blue and fitted and had little cutouts around the neck. Then I tugged off my yoga pants and pulled on my denim skirt. I’d showered when I got home, had even shaved my legs, but I hadn’t expected to see him tonight. I thought he’d be stuck at the bar till late.

I was pacing the living room and gnawing my nails to stubs when his heavy knock finally came.

When I opened the door, I had to stop myself from climbing him like a tree and devouring him on the spot. He looked so, so yummy. His eyes were a little wild when he took me in, all of me, and I realized the look he’d given me, that muscle jumping in his cheek when he saw me the night I was trying on my new clothes, hadn’t been what I’d thought it was. I thought it might have been the opposite.

I nibbled on my lip. “You like my new skirt?” I asked, wanting confirmation.

His gaze dropped to my legs then back up to my mouth. “What the fuck do you think?”

The out-of-control note to his voice had pleasure zapping through me. “Are you coming in?”

He strode into the living room, dumped the pizza on my coffee table, and turned back to me. “You hungry?”

I shook my head. “I could wait.”

“Yeah?”

I noticed then that he was shaking slightly, and not from nerves, like me. No, Bull was hungry…for me, so much so he was close to losing control completely.

I nodded.