Page 60 of Sin for You

She walked in a minute after me, eyes bright, breathing heavily and trembling.

“Come here, sweets,” I muttered.

She came, running right into my arms, and I lifted her, kissing her hard and deep, at the same time kicking the office door shut and flicking the lock. Quinn deserved to be worshiped. Her ex-fiancé needed his head examined for letting her go. No one compared to the woman in my arms. No one.

I didn’t give a fuck about me right then, only her, only Quinn. Making her feel good was all I had to give her, all she’d take from me.

And when I spoke, I sounded needy as hell, because I goddamn was. “Wanna make you come, sweets. Need to make you feel good.”

She nodded, hands shaking as she undid her jeans. “Yes.”

It was all she said as I shoved them down the rest of the way, along with her underwear, and took her with me to the couch. I dropped on my back to the padded cushions and dragged her up my body. “Sit on my face, baby,” I growled as I lifted her before she could follow my order, bringing her sweet, sweet pussy down on my mouth. Just like the dream I’d had when I stayed on her couch, but so much better because this was reality and now she was mine.

Christ, she tasted so damn good. I lapped her up, taking her little clit between my lips and gently sucking then licking it and sucking it again.

Quinn fisted my hair as she looked down at me, rocking and grinding against me. With my hands on her ass, gripping all that warm flesh, I kept her where I wanted her, working her with my mouth and tongue until her breath started to hitch and her moans got more insistent.

Until she jerked and shuddered against me, coming against my mouth. I growled, licking her all up, positive I could never get enough of her, no matter how long I had her. My dick was impossibly hard, but I ignored it. Quinn was all I cared about.

Finally, she eased back and looked down at me, her gray eyes glistening, so fucking beautiful she made my gut ache.

I reached up, touched the side of her face, and grinned. “I think you just incited a riot, or at the very least some truck vandalism.”

“Nothing he doesn’t deserve,” she said, voice husky, eyes still bright.

“Fucker deserves whatever he gets,” I agreed. “You ever do anything like that?” My curiosity had gotten the better of me.

Her cheeks were still flushed from coming moments ago, and when she twisted her mouth to the side, she looked so beautiful and sweet I wanted to pull her down and kiss her.

“I’m not proud of myself, but I may have cut the crotches out of all Bevan’s work suits, and the one and only set of keys to his beloved 1970 Ford Mustang may have ended up in a dumpster.” She twisted her mouth again. “Do you think I’m terrible?”

I couldn’t help it; I wrapped my arms around her and laughed.

Her eyes were dancing when I pulled myself together, and she was smiling down at me.

“Nah, baby, served the asshole right,” I said, still chuckling.

She cupped the side of my face, fingers against my beard. “Thank you,” she whispered and gave me what I desperately wanted—she kissed me.

“Don’t need to thank me,” I rasped when she lifted her head again.

Christ, it was me who should have been thanking her.

I didn’t think I’d ever stop thanking her.

* * *

Quinn

I glanced up the street toward The Thirsty Mule as I climbed out of my car, hoping for just a tiny glimpse of Bull. I’d taken some time off to spend with my brother while he was in town. I’d never seen him so broken up. I didn’t like to leave him on his own. But he was heading back to Portland tomorrow.

I’d miss him a lot and worry, but I was also desperate to spend some quality time with Bull.

I hadn’t seen him or touched him in two days, but it felt like a heck of a lot longer. What we did in his office the last time I’d been with him, how he’d known Laney’s pain had brought back my own. How he’d just known that I’d needed him.

The way he’d pulled me up so I straddled his face.

It was all I could think about.