“That I want you, too,” she admitted.“I’ve wanted you since the first day I met you.And it made me feel so guilty because I had a boyfriend.”
He sank his fingers through her hair, grabbing a chunk to tilt her head back.He laid his lips near her ear.“Never think about him again.”He kissed his way to her neck.“You had your chance to run, Quinn.I’m not giving you a second one.”
She shivered.Not in fear but with desire.“Why would I run?”
“Because I’m going to make you addicted to me.I’m going to possess you, body and soul.So, think about it before saying anything, because once you agree, you’re mine.”
One thing that swept across her mind waswhat happens when he’s done with me, because she wasn’t stupid.Maybe it was the wine making everything crystal clear, but she knew this was a limited time proposition.She’d risk her job by sleeping with the boss.If she said no, she knew he’d never ask again.Would she regret it the rest of her life?
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m not strong enough to turn you away again, so be absolutely sure.”
“I.Want.You.”
Then she licked his ear.
He groaned deep in his throat, pulling her with him until she knelt in between his open thighs.He swept in to kiss her deeper, hotter, wetter.She used the opportunity to run her hand down his chest and around his waist.Holding him and molding herself against his body.Max pulled his lips from hers to run them down her neck.Nipping little love bites, using tongue and teeth in ways that drove her deeper under his spell.
The world disappeared around them.Max quickly unbuttoned her shirt, working his way down her chest with each inch revealed.Quinn leaned back and let him feast upon her flesh as he pulled the material aside and her bra melted off.He took one darkened nipple into his mouth, causing her to arch her back with a moan as he teased it with gentle flicks.He slowly slid his hand down her backside, over her butt.Pulling her thigh up over his leg.All her inhibitions, if she had any remaining, simply vanished.She fell back, he with her, and her hands started tearing at his clothing.
Every inch of skin revealed she delighted in exploring.Hard muscles, toned abs, sinfully beautiful.So many tattoos.Bright ones, shaded abstract ones.Runes.She smirked when she discovered Captain America’s shield.Her fingers undid the button of his pants and pulled the zipper down wide enough to slip her hand inside.His rock-hard cock was smooth to the touch, with a small bead of fluid forming at the top.
He captured her mouth again as he unbuttoned her own jeans.He slipped his fingers inside, finding her core.With alternating sweeps of pressure, he rubbed her clit, making her gasp and clench as desire pulsed through her.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered in between kisses.“Gotta get our clothes off.”
“Mm,” she agreed.
They finished undressing, tossing garments aside in haste.Max settled between her thighs, rocking, banging his cock against her slit.His hands moved down her body, caressing her leg, until he grabbed her knee and brought her leg up to grip him around his hip.He moved his hand inward, grasping her thighs.
“Open for me,” he ordered, pushing her legs open wide.As she lay there, staring at him through half closed eyes, Max lightly trailed his fingers down her stomach.The ticklish sensation had her squirming.He grinned, then down lower he went, until he reached her pussy and pushed in.Quinn arched her back from the floor with a gasp, her eyes flying open to meet his.
“Ah,” he murmured, using her slickness to coat his finger.Feather light caresses, faster, harder, over and over.Her body coiled, wound tight, all she could do was balance for a moment on the precipice and then fall.
“You’re going to make me come,” she moaned, quickly free-falling to the pinnacle.
“That’s the idea.”
No more words as her orgasm crashed over her.Nirvana that kept her riding high.Max moved up as she rode the crest, lifting her head with one hand to kiss her.His other hand still teased her sex as he settled in between her open thighs.His fingers held open her lips as he guided himself right up to her, his cock giving one nudge as if it had found its home.He thrust forward, burying himself completely.
He moaned and paused, dropping his head and resting it on her shoulder.“Ah,” he rasped.“Viens m’enculer,Quinn.Sacrebleu.”
There was something about hearing him speak French that she loved.Quinn curved her body up, lifting her legs to hug around him as she crushed herself fully against him.She squeezed him with her walls, gently, letting him know she felt him deep inside.He moaned again and gave a fluid jerk with his hips.
Her body began shivering in pure lust.“Fuck me, Max,” she urged.“Faster.”
At her command, he picked up speed.Thrusting deep, pounding into her body.His hips jerked once, twice, and his breath came in a hiss as the crest broke over him.He stiffened as his release pulsed, the hot core of him pushing her over the edge seconds later.
He collapsed on her, panting and sweaty.She relished it, hugging him even as her own heart beat out of control from the tiny shocks of electricity that still soared deep within her.
Then the phone rang, shattering the afterglow.
