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“A nerd? You interview people like me for a living. Do you insult all of the people you interview, Curly Q? Or just the ones you find attractive?”
“Do you want to play a game with me, Quinlan?” She looked unsure of herself but took a deep breath. “Yes.” I smiled.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, Quinlan?” Her eyes widened, but she didn’t answer. She didn’t realize that this was where the night was going to take a turn. It was my turn to take over this little interview and turn it into something far more fun for the both of us. “I asked you a question,” I stated. “It would be in your best interest to answer. I don’t like repeating myself.”
“You don’t get to make demands. You get to sit down, shut up, and do as you’re told.”
“You’re going to choose a safe word. And then I am going to use your body in every way imaginable. I am going to take my time with you. I am going to own it. I am going to push you past your limits. And you will beg me for more. I’m going to punish that tight little cunt of yours until you can’t think of anything else but me. Do you understand?” I
“You can put me down. I can walk, and I know I’m not light.” “Shut the fuck up, you’re beautiful,” I said and gave her thick ass a squeeze. I meant it. I was attracted to every curve, every little roll, and every stretch mark she had on her body. Her tits were pressed up against my chest and with every step bounced against me.
She was going to drive my dick insane.
“Watch your mouth, pet.” “Get in here and make me.”
“Trust me. I’m going to make you see God, okay?” I asked, smiling down at her. Her breathing slowed, and she returned my smile. “You can try,” she countered. “Oh, baby girl. I’m going to do far more than try.”
“Okay,” she said between breaths. “I saw God. You were right. Holy shit.” She was coming back down from her high, and I smiled. She thought we were done. How cute.
Maybe she liked the idea of being on my arm, too.
“These guys won’t bite, even though they may look like they do.” He looked up at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe we do bite. But not people we like.” He paused and his eyes moved down to her with a wicked grin. “Unless you ask for it.”
“Maybe you’ve met your match.” “I’ve not even known her a day,” I countered. “Sometimes you don’t have to.”
Where the fuck had this girl come from? She was a writer, dressed up in blazers and soft makeup during the day, and then this dark, wild creature at night, baring that side of her only to me.
She had leaned back against the shower wall while I gave her her eighth orgasm of the night. But who was counting.
Wes: I swear to fucking god man if you let her walk out of your house in the morning for good I will never forgive you. I love her. Not to be dramatic, but I would die for Quin. I snorted. Idiot. Owen: Everything has been taken care of thanks to my quick thinking and very resourceful family. Tell Quin I say hello and that if she gets tired of your stupid games, my door is always open. My eye twitched at that one. Little shit knew exactly what to say to push my buttons. Hudson: You better have taken my advice because if I never see her again I’m going to be heartbroken. Wes and I are in love.
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“You are everything to me, Quinlan. You found me when I had honestly given up on ever finding anyone. I was alone, hiding, and shut off to anyone, and in you walked with your big eyes and sass mouth and swept me right off my feet. You gave me something I didn’t know I could have.” She laughed and leaned in for a kiss. Her mouth tasted like sunshine and wine. “My sass mouth is my best feature, I’ve been told,” she said, smiling at me.
“Will you marry me, Curly Q?”
“Wanna fuck your fiancée?”
