“Why is it special?”
Quinn needed action, not words. Doubt would plague her until she felt how much she truly meant to me.
I cupped both her cheeks. “I want to show you.”
I didn’t give her a chance to say no, though if she’d done anything other than kiss me back, I would have. I pressed my lips to hers, and she molded herself to me. Her mouth was so small and delicate compared to Ezra’s. For a heartbeat, I waited before realizing Quinn wasn’t going to take the lead.
Without my lover here, that was up to me. A thrum of excitement shot through me. I ran my hands down her neck and mapped her every curve. She dropped her hand from my chest, and her dress pooled to the floor around her feet.
I picked up her hand once more and put it back over my heart. “I love you, Quinn. And I want you to feel it.”
I captured her lips again, trapping her hand in place between us so she could feel the thump-thump of my racing heart. Our lips slid against each other. I reached down and ran my hands along her hips to brush the bottom of her butt cheeks and back up. Ezra was a storm, but Quinn’s curves were a siren’s call, and I’d happily drown in her song.
The longer we kissed, the more my back let me know how far down I was stooping to make it happen.
I released her lips. “Up. We are going on a journey.”
Quinn didn’t question it. She gripped my shoulders, and I lifted her, crushing her core against my stomach. She let out a surprised “oh” and peppered my chest with kisses while I carried her to my desk and set her down.
Her hard nipples pressed into my chest as I cupped her breasts, nipping and sucking each in turn. I couldn’t get over the feel of her—the slope of her body and her soft hands as theyexplored me almost as much as I explored her. She responded to my touches with little shudders and squeaks of surprise that made me desperate for more.
I kissed her neck again, ready to do another pass of her hips, when she put her hand over mine. “There’s more to sex than just kissing, did you know that?”
I smirked and placed a single gentle kiss on her lips. “Oh, is there?”
Quinn gave a solemn nod, slowly guiding my hand until my fingers brushed the soft curls at her core.
“Why are we in your office?” Quinn asked again.
I swallowed hard. “Because it’s the center of my world… I want you in it.”
I slid lower, finding the nub Ezra had taught me to worship, and pressed lightly. Quinn squeaked and bucked into me.
I cupped her face with my other hand, and my world became her pleasure-filled eyes. “Be mine, Quinn. Be ours. Be whatever you want to be, but be it at my side.”
A tear ran out of Quinn’s eye. She surged forward and wrapped her legs around me, crushing my hand against her slick sex. With my other arm, I held her close, and we rocked. My erection strained between us. I didn’t let the hug linger. My lips found her ear and then her jaw. She slowly released me and settled back on the desk. My fingers once again caressed her clit, not too firmly, but not softly either.
I couldn’t help myself. I brought our lips together again and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She was so warm and full of curves, so many curves from her delicate tongue to the swell of her hips. She thrust herself against my hand, begging for more.
I released her lips and slipped a finger into her opening before pressing her clit with my palm. Her moan filled my office—louder than any command I’d ever given.
“I want to be at your side, Xan. Please, I’ve never had anything inside me before. I’m ready. For you.”
The room roared. I hadn’t realized I’d picked her up until we were stumbling into a wall. I pulled back just enough to line us up.
I gazed at her, my girl, my only woman. “I’m not sure I can go slow.”
“I don’t want you to,” Quinn promised.
She kissed me again, and the tip of my cock sank into her exquisite heat.
Chapter 30
Rowan
Ididn’treallyknowwhat I did. Xan described the simple room we were meant to meet in, then told me to focus on Quinn and my tether. I closed my eyes, focused on Quinn and my tether, and the world spun. When I opened them, I was back in a place I hadn’t thought about in years.
I’d been a boy, wandering a garden maze, when I stumbled into a clearing.
