Just the sound of his name on her lips makes my blood boil, but it’s not Quinn who deserves my anger. I force my voice to soften. “When’s he leaving?”
“This evening.”
I cup her face, gentler this time as I tempt her gaze back to mine. “What did he ask you to do?”
She bites her lip so hard the flesh turns white. “Spy on Barrett. Ilya wants to know if he’s looking for a new bride.”
I relax. That’s not nearly as bad as I thought. “And what’s he offeringin return?”
She shrugs. “More work.”
I may not have qualified as a lawyer, but I know evasion when I hear it. “What work exactly?”
“Do we have to talk about this now? I have to head back soon.”
“Yes, we do.”
Quinn tightens her legs around my waist, pressing her boots into my ass as she rubs her needy pussy against me. For now, I resist.
“Quinn, I need to know how involved you’re getting in that bastard’s business. As much as I want to make you and your sister my priority, my brothers and I can’t stand idly by while Ilya processes god knows how many innocent lives through those fucking stables. We came here to do a job too.”
“I know you did,” Quinn says, her words warming my lips. “No one wants you to burn the Barkov’s empire to the ground more than I do.” She kisses me softly. “I want to be the one to strike the first match.”
When my cock twitches, it immediately assumes control of my brain. “What else do you want?”
She nips at my lower lip in answer, dragging her teeth over it before letting go.
My hands slide along the back of her thighs to her ass. “Do you want me to fuck you, Viper?”
I slip a hand into her panties and follow the crack of her ass, past her tight hole to the dripping wet heat at her center. Quinn lifts just enough for me to sink a finger into her. She hums into my mouth when I add another finger, and her pussy quivers as I tease and stretch her.
I trail kisses down her neck as I listen to the noises she makes. “You like that?”
“I like everything you do to me.”
“Then let me do every-fucking-thing to you,” I whisper.
“Reid,” she moans as she grinds against me. “We can’t…”
“You’re right,” I agree. “Not until we’re naked.”
When I step us away from the trees, Quinn tugs on my shirt sleeves. “No, not here,” she says scanning the trees.
“No one’s going to see us,” I promise, moving us towards a clearing where there’s a patch of soft grass.
Quinn thumps my shoulder. “Reid, I said no! You don’t know who’s watching.”
Keeping hold of her waist, I set her on her feet and scan our surroundings. She has me searching for the danger only she senses. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She straightens her dress. “I should go. This was a bad idea.”
When Quinn makes to step past me, I grab her arm. “I don’t think so.”
She glares at the hand gripping her. “Let go of me, Reid,” she says, her tone hardening. “Now.”
My hold remains firm. “Something has you scared, and you’re not leaving here until you tell me what it is.”
“There’s nothing to tell!”
