Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
She clutches me with her release, sucking me into her, screaming my name as I come deep inside her. I thrust again, filling her with my come as a shiver runs down my spine. I feel light-headed, so spent, I want to lie down with her in my arms for the next week. I pull out slowly, then thrust again as she cries out, her pussy squeezing me tight. I’m gripping her thigh so tightly, I worry I’ve marked her. But then again, she has my name on her body, so I doubt she’d mind some bruises I’ve caused.
I cover her body with mine, falling to her side before I gather her close, my cock sliding out of her as she adjusts into my chest. I brush her hair out of her eyes, grazing her cheeks with my knuckles as our eyes meet. She clasps her hands beneath her jaw and tips her head back for me to kiss her. So, I kiss her. Our lips move together in such a lazy, familiar way that I can’t help but feel somewhat overwhelmed.
When she tears her lips from mine, our eyes meet once more, and she smiles. I smile back, and I know my grin will never falter when she whispers, “I love you, Quinn.”
I wrap my arms around her tighter, kissing her top lip. “I love you too.”
As we cuddle close, I know I shouldn’t be letting my mind wander, but it does.
Truly, what the fuck am I going to do?
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Emery
“I need to admit something.”
My whole body is vibrating with excitement and palpable lust for the man who is plastered to my body. He feels so right, and I hate that I thought I didn’t need him. I feel like I’m about to explode with how many emotions are warring within me. I have wanted to connect with him like this since I left him all those years ago. But being in his place, so close, only a bathroom separating us… Yeah, I’m surprised we lasted this long. Or he did. I’ve been jonesing for some Quinn Adler and would have given it up on day one.
Slutty? Yes. Do I care? Not at all.
I nuzzle into him, inhaling his sultry scent, and I can’t believe I forgot how big he is compared to me. Not only in height, but I forgot the ache that comes from being rammed by him. It’s the kind of sore I never want to go away. I want the constant reminder of how wide he stretches me and how his hips dig into my thighs.
It’s delicious in all the best ways.
My fingers trace the A-D-L-E-R along his chest as his nose moves through my hair. Quinn’s lips brush against my ear as he asks, “Did you hack my account to get my banking information so you could deposit all that money from EMQUINNY?”
I smirk. “Duh, it was so easy. But also, that’s how I got started building firewalls and personalized encryption to protect the assets of different companies.”
He chuckles. “No shit?”
“For real. I had a meeting with your bank and explained to them it shouldn’t be that easy for me to find out information. And then I told them I could update their cybersecurity.”
Quinn kisses the top of my head as he strokes my butt cheek with his thumb. My legs are wrapped around one of his, my pussy pressing into his hip, and I don’t know how I ever thought I could live without this man. I don’t know if I tricked myself into thinking he was better off without me, if my fear of not being enough for him won—or, really, if it was all the above. But I’m so lucky I am where I am. As much as everyone believes I came back for him because he was with Ava, it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with him.
With the rightness I feel when I’m in his arms.
“How are you not in jail?”
I scoff. “Come on. You know no one knows my real name on that side of the business, and once I get them to sign an NDA, I give them my business information. It’s all highly legal, according to my lawyer, whose yacht addiction I swear I fund.”
“Insane,” he muses, his lips warm against my temple.
“The FBI tried to hire me.”
I feel his grin. “You didn’t take it?”
“No. I don’t want to be owned by anyone. It takes away the excitement.”
He chuckles. “Except that I own you,” he murmurs against my ear, and I grin.
“Only you.”
He kisses my ear. “I’m proud of you, lovebug.”
My eyes drift shut. “Thanks.”
“Is it weird?”
I pop a brow before looking up at him. “What? This?”
“No. This isn’t weird.”
“It’s right,” I say, and jeez, my voice is so heavy.
We lock eyes, and I wait for him to bring up fucking Ava. Or how complicated this just became now that we are in each other’s arms. Really, I don’t care. He wasn’t hers, and for her to think so only makes her dumb. Instead, though, he nods. “Yeah.” I give him a small little tilt of my lips before I cuddle back into his side. “No, I mean all the money you’ve made. I saw the article. Lucas had it framed before they moved.”