Blindsiding Mr. Quinlan: Fielding-Stone Gallery Book Two

by Loni Ree

  Blindsiding Mr. Quinlan

  Fielding-Stone Gallery Series Book Two

  Loni Ree

  Blindsiding Mr. Quinlan

  Fielding-Stone Gallery Series Book Two

  Copyright © 2019 by Loni Ree

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Loni Ree

  Chapter One

  Mr. Quinlan

  The fucking hotel is full, so I’ll have to share a goddamn room with my son. Since I’m not used to making my own travel arrangements, it never crossed my mind to arrange a room before leaving London. Calista Landon’s sister got married in Las Vegas yesterday. Calista and my son, Thane, are in town for the last-minute wedding, and I decided to fly out to meet them then have them accompany me to several hastily scheduled meetings here in Las Vegas before we continue our business trip in Europe.

  This little side stop should only cause a few days’ setback if we get the meeting with the Vegas investors out of the way while we’re here, which is why I’m riding the elevator up to my suite at this Las Vegas hotel in the middle of the night instead of waiting in London for their return.

  In the two years she’s worked for me, Calista has become best friends with my son. I don’t understand the relationship, but I’m happy Thane has someone he can trust in his life. I’ve been a single parent all his life, and we are very close, but he resents the amount of time I have to spend running my company, OTQ International. Thane and Calista work side by side, and I’m extremely dependent on their assistance.

  As I enter the suite, I see an unfamiliar man sleeping on the sofa in the living room. I open the first bedroom door and find Calista and another unknown man sharing the king-sized bed. Shaking my head, I walk over and open the other bedroom door and almost fall to my knees. After blinking several times to clear the red mist from my vision, I stomp to the side of the bed and drag my son from the bed.

  “What the fuck? Did you touch her?” His eyes widen as I shake him awake.

  “What? Who?” He blinks several times and tries to ease my hold on his shoulders.

  “Did you fuck her?” As I ask, the little doll sits up and takes in the scene on the side of the bed. Her sleep-tousled, white-blonde hair is framing her heart-shaped face while her big green eyes blink rapidly. As she watches us argue, she wraps her little hands in the top of the sheet and pulls it securely over her.

  “Dad, what are you doing here?” Thane pushes back and tries to stand, but I force his head back to make him look at me.

  “Did you fuck her? Don’t make me ask again.” My words come out as a growl. His mouth drops open, and when he shakes his head no, my heart settles back into a normal rhythm. The thought of my son fucking my woman makes my stomach turn.

  I turn to the doll on the bed, and the turmoil of the past few minutes makes me harsher than I intended. “Get your clothes on.”

  When she doesn’t immediately start moving, I order again, “Now. Get your little ass up and get your clothes on.” Her eyes widen slightly then she jumps from the bed. I see she’s already wearing shorts and a t-shirt, which further tames the beast inside me. She grabs the clothes tossed on the back of a nearby chair and rushes into the bathroom.

  “Dad, what is your problem? Jenna and I had to share a bed because the hotel is full. Why are you freaking the fuck out?” Thane tries to stand up to me, but my dark look convinces him now isn’t the time to challenge me. As I take in his appearance and realize he’s also fully dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, my fury calms considerably.

  “Leave it alone,” I bark, and he puts his hands up in surrender and backs away. As I hear the slight movements from behind the bathroom door, I take several deep breaths and try to calm my murderous rage. Seeing the little blonde in bed with my son almost caused me to commit murder. As soon as she reappears, I’m taking her out of here and making a few things crystal clear to my girl.

  The first vision of her sleeping gorgeous face framed by her hair spread out on the pillow sent an arrow straight through my heart and cum straight to my cock, but the sight of another man in the bed with her sent rage coursing through my body. No woman has ever had this effect on me in all my forty-two years, and she’s going to be mine. But first, I have to make sure I don’t ever walk in on a scene like this again.

  When she walks out of the bathroom wearing jeans and a summer sweater, I walk over and take her hand. Thane steps out of the corner toward us, but my dark look stops him in his tracks. “You stay the fuck back.” I point at Thane. “Come on, we’re leaving." I snarl and pull my girl behind me toward the door.

  Before we get out the door, she finally finds her voice. “Wait, where are we going? Do I need my things?”

  “Grab your purse. The rest will be replaced.” She looks shocked but doesn’t question me.

  As we walk through the main room of the suite, Calista is also leaving. She turns, and her eyes widen when she sees me leading Jenna out. “Mr. Quinlan, what are you doing here?”

  “Calista, I’m going to be taking a few days off. Rearrange our meetings until late next week at the earliest and call my cell with only absolute emergencies. Call down and have a car ready to take me to the airport and have them get the plane ready to go.” After issuing my orders to Calista, I continue to pull my girl down the hall toward the elevators. Looking back over my shoulder, I see Calista standing at the suite door with her mouth hanging open and her hand over her heart, but I have more important things to worry about than my personal assistant’s shock and inconvenience. This girl blindsided the fuck out of me, but I didn’t get where I am in business without knowing when to take what falls my lap and run with it, and that is precisely what I’m doing.

  The whole elevator ride, she keeps looking at me and fidgeting with her purse straps. Once we get to the lobby, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lead her out to the waiting car. The driver opens the door, and I gently push Jenna into the back and scoot in next to her. As the vehicle moves through traffic, Jenna watches me out of the corner of her eye. Her delicate scent fills the back of the limousine, and my thigh rubs against hers with the car’s movements. While I sit next to her trying to control my hungry dick, she keeps nervously tapping her hands on her lap.

  “Can I ask you a question?” She finally gets up the nerve to speak to me.

  “You can ask me anything.” I take her hand and run my fingers lightly over the soft skin on the back of her fingers.

  “Why did you bring me with you?” She looks completely baffled, and I run my finger down the frown lines between her beautiful,
emerald green eyes.

  “When I want something, I don’t ask; I take it. I saw you and wanted you. You’re mine.” Before I even finish talking, her mouth falls open, and I gently reach under her chin and push it closed. “Now, sit back and relax. We’re almost at the airport where my private plane is waiting for us.”

  The pilot and flight attendant are waiting when we arrive, and I lead Jenna up the steps and straight to the back of the plane. After seating her on the sofa and hooking her seat belt, I walk over and give the pilot instructions then settle myself on the sofa next to my girl. When Holly, the flight attendant, walks up and gives Jenna a nasty look, I bark at her, “We don’t need anything from you right now. I’ll call when your services are needed.”

  She slinks away to the front of the plane, and I rest my arm behind Jenna’s shoulders and whisper, “Relax, our flight should be a few hours. I’ll get Holly to get us breakfast in a little while.”

  Jenna

  Holy cow. I’ve been kidnapped by one of the country’s richest men, and I’m not even fighting. When he stormed into the hotel room and started snarling at Thane, my sleepy brain couldn’t figure out what was happening. I didn’t even think about resisting when he dragged me from the hotel to the waiting car and then onto the plane. At least, the entire group back at the hotel saw me leave with him, so I know I’m safe with Orion Quinlan.

  The snotty flight attendant keeps staring at me with her squinty eyes, so I ignore her and lean up against Mr. Quinlan, enjoying the feel of his warm, muscular body. For an older man, he is in spectacular shape. His dark hair with a little gray at the temples and in his beard only adds to his appeal.

  Curiosity gets the better of me, and I look up at him and ask, “Where are we going?”

  “We are going to take a little vacation on my private island.” He shrugs as if it’s normal to fly off to a private island at the drop of a hat.

  “I need to be back at work on Monday.” My responsibilities are always at the back of my mind.

  He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Let me worry about everything.” And I assume this short vacation is going to be for one night so I can be home Monday morning. After the plane levels off, I drift off to sleep, and the next thing I know, Orion is softly rubbing my cheek to wake me up. “Breakfast is ready. You looked so peaceful; I hated to wake you up.” When he stands and takes my hand, leading me to the table on the side of the plane, Holly glares at me the whole time, but I ignore her and walk with Orion.

  After pulling out my chair and helping me sit at the table, he turns and snaps at the hovering attendant, “We’ll call if we need anything.” She quickly turns and flounces away. After taking the first bite of the delicious breakfast, I realize I’m starving, and before long, I’ve finished everything on my plate.

  “Would you like anything else?” he asks, and I blush and shake my head no. When he stands and holds his hand out to me, I offer no resistance and follow him back to the sofa. “We should be landing soon. Let’s get buckled in.” He leans over and hooks my seatbelt for me then hooks his own. He takes my hand and holds it on his thigh, and I resist the urge to shiver at the contact.

  After we have landed, Orion and I step off the plane, and a convertible sports car is waiting for us on the runway. I look around at the tropical setting and wonder where in the world we are. He opens the door and seats me then walks around to the driver's side, and I can’t contain my curiosity any longer. “Where are we?”

  “My private island, St. Quinton, in the Bahamas,” he replies as he starts the car. We drive for a few miles before a gorgeous plantation home comes into view. The white house with green roof and shutters is three stories tall and has porches that wrap around all levels. “Wow.” I’m blown away by the beauty of the plantation.

  “Come on, I’ll show you around. Tomorrow, I’ve arranged for clothes and personal items to be delivered to you.” Orion helps me from the car and leads me to the front doors of the home.

  “Wait, I need to go home tomorrow. I have to teach on Monday,” I remind him as we enter the foyer of his home, but he just smiles and runs a finger down my nose while shaking his head.

  “I’ll take care of your employer. We are going to have a little vacation to get to know each other.” When I attempt to question him, he raises his eyebrows, so I decide to hold my questions for now and follow him around the large house as he shows me around.

  He informs me that he has given the staff the week off, so we’ll be alone with just daily meal deliveries and a cleaner who comes in every now and then. I know I should be concerned, but the thought of being alone with Mr. Quinlan causes my arousal to spike. My panties are already damp and clinging to my lower lips. I wonder if he’s aware of the effect his overbearing attitude is having on my sex-drive.

  Chapter Two

  Mr. Quinlan

  Fuck, every time she squirms, I want to throw her down on the nearest flat surface and fuck the shit out of her. I planned on taking it nice and slow to give her time to adjust to my take-charge ways, but her adjustment period is about to come to an abrupt end. As we walk into the bedroom, she tries to cover her slight groan with a cough, but I hear it. My dick is hard and ready.

  When I turn and see the sultry look in her eyes and the blush covering her upper body, a growl erupts from my throat as I reach for her and slowly raise her shirt over her head. “Now is the time to stop this if you have any objections.” The last thread of decency left in my soul forces me to give her a chance to escape. She gives me her answer when she reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra, and lets it fall down her arms. Her bouncy tits spring out, and I reach over and lightly tug on the peach-colored nipples until they harden.

  Jenna’s nails dig into my arms as she groans my name. I give her a gentle push, which causes her to fall back onto the bed. As she lies there naked from the waist up, staring at me, I slowly remove my clothes while trying to gain some control of my overheated emotions. Jenna removes her pants at the same time and throws them aside, leaving only her little black lace thong to obstruct my view of her pussy. Once I’m naked, I crawl onto the bed and spread her soft legs. Leaning down, I run my nose down the wet, black lace.

  When I run my tongue slowly up the center of the material, she arches her back and cries out my name, so I hook my fingers under the cloth and pull the thong tight between her cheeks and to the side to get my first taste of her juicy cunt. As she grips my hair and tugs, I greedily lick her juices while she uses her heels on my back to push her pussy closer to my face. When I bite her clit and plunge two fingers into her tight passage, she detonates and screams while her pussy spasms around my digits and moisture coats onto my face and beard.

  After she calms, I rear up and thrust my cock into her still-spasming center, and my eyes almost roll back into my head at the sensation. As her tight, wet heat grips my hungry flesh, I have to pause and think about stock prices for a second to try to maintain control.

  “Fuck me. Please.” When she cries out and tightens her inner muscles around my cock, all control flies out the window, and I pound the fuck out of her little pussy.

  “God, little one. You feel so good.” I barely manage to breathe before I feel the tingling at my spine. Knowing I need to get her off again now, I reach between us and rub her clit. After a couple of seconds, her nails dig into my shoulders, and her inner muscles milk my cock when she comes. Her orgasm coaxes mine, and I nearly lose consciousness from the pleasure. When my dick slips from her body, a mixture of our fluids runs out, and I realize I didn’t even think about protection. As a vision of a little girl with blonde hair and green eyes flashes through my mind, I decide to make my thoughts a reality soon.

  We wake up, and the moon has replaced the sun in the sky. My stomach growls, and I realize I haven’t fed my girl in hours. “Grab a quick shower and throw on one of my t-shirts then meet me downstairs. I’ll find us some food.”

  Before I give in to the temptation to say, “fuck it,” and stay in bed with
my girl, I head down to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she comes into the kitchen and shyly walks up to the counter.

  My t-shirt hangs halfway down to her knees, and the outline of her nipples is clearly visible under the thin material. The need to drag her back upstairs almost overtakes me. I hold the countertop until my knuckles are white, and I close my eyes and breathe deeply until she asks, “Is something wrong?”

  “Yes, food is the last thing on my mind right now.” My eyes trail down her exquisite body, and a blush covers her delicate face.

  “Oh.” She shrugs and slips onto one of the barstools. After telling myself to calm the fuck down, I grab a pre-made meal out of the refrigerator and stick it in the microwave to heat. While our dinner is heating, I prepare a salad and pour wine. Throughout our meal, Jenna keeps glancing at me, and I hardly taste any of the food.

  “Don’t worry about the dishes. The housekeeper will be here first thing in the morning.” I spin her around and toss her over my shoulder. The last hour has tested my patience, and now I plan on taking my pain out on her little ass. My dick has worn an indention in the front of my shorts, and I need relief before my hard-on becomes permanent. As I take each stair, she runs her tiny hands down to my ass and squeezes softly, which causes my cock to stiffen even more. By the time we get to our room, it feels as if the lightest touch may cause me to erupt.

  After tossing her on the bed, I try to drag my shorts over my engorged dick, letting out a growl when she lifts my t-shirt over her head and reveals her peach-tipped breasts. I prowl over to the bed and drag her to the edge where I drop to my knees between her spread legs. “Let me have a taste.”