There was a lot of food, a lot of drinks, and he couldn’t remember a better day.When it was time for them to go back to his apartment, birdseed was thrown on them as they raced to his car.
Driving back to his apartment, he kept glancing at his wife.Hiswife.The memory of their conversation, when he said he didn’t believe in love, played through his head.What a bunch of bullshit.How was he to know that he would fall utterly and completely in love with her?He wasn’t even sure when it happened.The night she was attacked, when he stared at the blood and thought she was dead?When she finally opened those gorgeous eyes of hers after being out cold for two days?Or had it happened all the way back to that first day, when he’d first interviewed her?
Didn’t really matter.It was a moot point now.
Once they entered the apartment, he pressed her against the wall.His kiss nibbled on the outer edges of her mouth, taking feather licks with his tongue.Their mouths fused, seeking, searching, and so incredibly hot.Flames danced over his skin.Her moan drowned in the wave of his onslaught as he swept in to explore her, taste her, fill her.She molded her lush and soft body to his hard planes and angles.
When they broke for air, she opened her eyes.The hunger he felt for her, the need and desire, burned bright, and he had this premonition it always would.
"I need to be in you right fucking now.”
"Then take me," she whispered.
He flipped her around and placed her hands up high against the wall, his breath hot against her neck.He leaned closer and took a nip from her shoulder, licking the skin to soothe it.She arched in pleasure when he pulled her hips out toward him.Inch by inch, her dress rose.So slowly she wiggled her ass.
His breath tickled her ear.“Is someone impatient?”
“Max, please!”
“Are you wet for me, baby?”He tested by sliding his fingers along her slit.“You’re drenched.Want my cock?”
“Mm,” she purred.“Yes.”
The rip of a zipper filled the room.They hadn’t even gotten their clothes off, but he couldn’t wait.Luckily, it seemed neither could Quinn.He pushed into her, filling her with one thrust.They strained together, and he reached around to grab a breast, teasing the nipple into a hard pebble.A sheen broke out onto his face as he pounded his way in and out of her.
“Tell me you love me fucking you like this,” he demanded, the controlled strain in his voice betraying how close he was.
“Yes,” she moaned.“I love you fucking me like this.”
He grunted loudly as he started to lose control of the rhythm.He wanted to make sure they came together, but he was hanging on by a thread.The flush of heat spread as he gripped her hips tightly and thrust so deeply, he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.With a rapturous cry, her pussy clamped down, milking him.With a shout, he joined her over the precipice.
He slumped against her and panted heavily against her hair, his heart thundering.She was his everything.
Chapter Fourteen
She sat at the tablewatching as he prepared dinner.Her left hand sparkled and she couldn’t help but stare at the rings encircling her marriage finger.Bling had never been her thing, but now that it dazzled under the lights, she loved how it glittered.
