“We are good together.”
He stoked her clit, shooting a sizzling wave of heat to her core. The orgasm he’d given her in her room had only made her sensitive for more. He quickly brought her right to the edge of another. She released a gasp at the pure pleasure, forgetting everything but the wondrous sensation of his fingers.
“I mean, why don’t you believe we can be good together on a more permanent basis?” he specified, his fingers once again frustratingly slow.
“Look at your history. What are the chances that you could ever stick it out with one woman?”
“So you’re holding my parents’ failed marriage against me?” His fingers began to move again, faster, quicker.
She finally caught on that he was subjecting her to this sweet torture to get to the truth. Already, her blood was rushing through her and her throat was tight. Breathing in air past her dry throat made talking difficult. Who could think clear thoughts when so aroused? Certainly not Maggie.
“Your background is only part of the problem.”
“What else?”
“Your work.”
His fingers played faster again but that didn’t stop her from realizing her mistake. She’d admitted more than she’d intended.
Naturally a man known for negotiating with bankers and financiers immediately picked up on her error. “You disapprove of what I do for a living?”
She squirmed as his clever fingers kept teasing her. “I disapprove of the way women throw themselves at you. Beautiful, young women. I don’t want to compete with that.”
“You don’t have to.”
The carriage took a corner and she leaned a little to one side. Quinn took the opportunity to nudge his finger deeper inside her. His thumb on her clit was driving her wild and her breath came in soft pants.
“Quinn, no man is immune. If we stay together long enough, we’ll have arguments and the idea of some hungry starlet waiting in the wings to console you is—”
“Ridiculous. Do you think I’m so shallow?”
She couldn’t think, didn’t want to say. Why couldn’t he just let her enjoy what he was doing to her body? With her mind clouded with passion, she couldn’t possibly choose her words carefully enough.
“Quinn, can’t we talk later?”
“I don’t think so.” His voice was easy but his fingers were taking her to another peak.
“I just…wanted…a fling.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“It’s the truth.”
“When was the last time you had a fling?”
“I’ve never…not like this. I’m…going…to…”
Gently he pulled his hand from between her legs. “No, Maggie. I promised you one orgasm every hour and it’s not yet time for you to come.”
She groaned.
“I want to make you feel exactly how I felt after we had phone sex.”
“Huh?”
“I want you crazy with need.”
“But I am.”
“I want you to wonder if and when you’ll get satisfaction.”
“But—”
“This time, you’re going to have to wait.”
She would have protested but the carriage had come to a stop. Were they back at the hotel? Would Quinn sweep her up to the room and make love to her? Her legs were so weak, she didn’t know if she could walk.
“Thank you,” Quinn said to someone on the sidewalk. The driver? She didn’t know. She concentrated on drawing oxygen into her lungs, her thoughts swirling in hazy circles. She couldn’t read Quinn’s reaction to her admission. Was he annoyed that she didn’t believe he could commit to any woman? Was he angry? He was so contained, she didn’t have a clue and that added to her tension.
The delicious scent of hot potatoes wafted to her. Were they outside a restaurant?
In a moment, the carriage was moving forward again. And she could feel part of a tray resting on her thigh.
“Just a moment while I clean my hands. The hotel supplied steaming towels, would you care for one?”
“Please.”
She expected him to hand her one. Instead he took the warm, damp towel and tenderly rubbed her wrists, her palms, between her fingers and over her knuckles. He followed up with another warm towel to dry, leaving her feeling clean, refreshed and pampered.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
She did as he asked and he placed something warm and soft onto her tongue. When she bit into the fluff of pastry, potato and cheese filled her mouth. “Oh, that was good.”
“How about a drink?”
He placed a straw between her lips and she sipped a light, tangy wine. They shared a variety of tiny puff pastries and the wine and then he kissed her, making her forget everything but his mouth. And every sensation in her body that had ebbed returned in full force.
Breathless once more after he finally broke their kiss, she snuggled against him and her hand wound its way into his lap. Gently, he removed her fingers.
“Uh-uh. You got to play in the bathtub, and with me when I was blindfolded. Tonight is my turn to play—and we’re only beginning.”
12
STILL BLINDFOLDED, Maggie could only judge the amount of time that had passed by the number of orgasms Quinn had given her. Three. Three orgasms, each more explosive than the last. And between times, they’d used hot towels to wash, paused long enough to stop and pick up delicious food, which Quinn fed her between sips of wine.
To outside eyes she was covered by a blanket, a skirt and a blouse, but Quinn had total access to every inch of her flesh. Quinn eased his hand under her blouse to fondle her breasts. “We’re going somewhere unforgettable next.”
When he tweaked her nipple, she let loose a tiny gasp. “I assure you that this carriage ride is a night I’ll never forget.”
“You’re having a good time?”
“You have to ask?”
“I just want to hear you say so.”
He had both hands under her blouse, plucking, stroking, caressing, making talking difficult. She was so sensitive that the tiniest touch had her quivering with anticipation and need.
“I’m having a good time, Quinn.”
“Because the sex is good?” he asked, his lips nibbling her ear.
“Yes.”
“And would you be here with me, blindfolded in a carriage, if you didn’t trust me?”
“There are different kinds…of trust.”
He tugged at her nipples and didn’t stop, twirling the tips into hard nubs. “So you trust me enough to please you?”
“Oh…yeah.”
“You trust me with your body?”
“Yes.”
“Would you let me tie you up?”
She groaned. His roving hands made sitting still almost impossible. “Why would you want to do that?”
Curiosity combined with heat in his voice, causing her heart to flutter with a new set of nerves. He seemed to have no idea what kind of effect he had on her. Or maybe he did.
His tone turned even huskier. “You were the one who said that there’re different kinds of trust. I just wondered how far you would go.”
She had no idea how far she would go. She’d never acted this outrageously before. And yet her behavior with Quinn felt too good to be censored or inhibited.
His hands slowed, cupping her breasts, leaving her nipples aching for more attention. Concentrating on their conversation was such an effort. “If I agreed to let you tie me up, what would you do?”
“Whatever I wanted.”
Whatever he wanted? Hadn’t she already been letting him do whatever he wanted? But being tied up held other implications and insatiable need swept over her in a wave. To find out what else he intended, she’d have to agree. Heat pooled at her core, and she was learning that in this heightened state of arousal, not only were her defenses down, but her measure of trust had gone up. “Okay.”
She’d j
ust agreed to let him tie her up.
“You understand you’ll be totally helpless and vulnerable. You’ll be giving yourself up to me to do what I wish.”
She shivered at the appeal of giving herself up to him. “Yes.”
“And could you say that to me—if you didn’t love me?”
She didn’t want to go there. She didn’t want to think. She wanted to stay embroiled in this erotic haze of need that was wrapped around them and kept her warm, willing. Wanton.
He nuzzled her ear, lifted her swollen breasts, flicking the tips with his thumbs.
“Quinn, I…can’t think…when you do that.”
“We need to change vehicles now.” As if on cue, the carriage stopped. Quinn straightened her blouse and skirt, using the opportunity to run his hands over her breasts and hips and thighs.
He helped her from the carriage. And into a car? The seat was wide and made of leather. The sounds from the street faded as Quinn settled beside her and shut the door.
Immediately the vehicle began to move. And Quinn unbuttoned her blouse. “The driver?” Maggie asked.
“Can’t see or hear us through the partition. And the windows are tinted. I will be able to see you—but no one else will.”
She didn’t question that he had her protected from public view. She allowed him to help her remove her blouse and skirt. She kicked off her shoes. She was naked, sitting next to a fully dressed Quinn.
He scooped her up and lifted her onto his lap. Maggie tilted back her head, breathing in his scent. Before she realized what Quinn had done, he’d wedged his knees between her thighs and parted her legs.
He slipped something soft and silky over her wrists—tying her. She tugged, testing the bonds and found that she could move her wrists a few inches in any direction.
“Comfy?” Quinn asked.
“Not exactly.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, I’m sitting here open and ready and you aren’t doing much of anything.”
He chuckled that rich sound that always riveted her. “You’re so impatient.”
Maggie desperately wanted his hands between her legs and on her breasts. Surely an hour had passed since her last orgasm. It seemed like forever. And yet Quinn wanted to nuzzle her ear and nip her neck.
It was then Maggie realized that while she was at his mercy, his erection beneath her bottom told her that he was just as turned on as she. And while he’d given her release several times, he’d had none. With that in mind, she wriggled her hips and her bottom, hoping to tease him and give just a little back of what he’d done to her.
“Maggie, if you keep squirming, I’m going to swat your bottom,” Quinn promised.
Her heart skipped a beat and then kick started with a thump. “You wouldn’t?”
“You couldn’t stop me,” he reminded her, his tone mild.
No way could he spank her butt while she was sitting on it. Maggie felt safe from his threat. Still, she was tied, naked, and Quinn didn’t make idle threats. She stopped squirming.
That was when Quinn reached between her thighs and parted her folds, boldly taking hold of her clit between his thumb and finger. “No squirming, Maggie.”
“You can’t possibly expect me to…oh…hold still while you…ah…do that!”
“Well, just remember, I warned you what the consequences of squirming would be.”
“Beast.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No.”
“I thought not.”
She hadn’t realized how hard it would be to hold still. Especially when she was already so sensitive that his lightest touch shot sizzling electricity through her. The worst part was never knowing if he intended to give her another orgasm, or if this time he would bring her just to the brink before he pulled back.
She tried to hold still. She did. But she was going to scream if he… “Quinn, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Let me come.”
“Sweet Maggie, are you sure?”
She whispered, “Please.” She gripped the straps attached to her wrists and yanked, but they didn’t budge. She tried to squeeze her legs together to press his fingers against her most sensitive places. But his knees kept her legs open.
She had to wait, and she bit her bottom lip in frustration.
“Would you like me inside you?” he asked, raising her hopes.
“Yes.”
“Then you’ll have to lean forward.”
His hands on her bottom helped guide her up. Half crouched, legs wide. She waited for him to wrestle with his clothes. Heard the tearing of a condom. Then he was guiding her back onto his lap, his hand between her legs, his cock filling her completely. And like a wild woman she rode him, swiftly and steamily, rocking forward and back, using her legs to lift and lower herself.
And then she couldn’t wait for him to catch up with her. She was exploding, teetering, her entire body tensing and releasing. And when she collapsed on Quinn’s lap, sated, she realized that he was still hard inside her.
He breathed raggedly in her ear, his voice raw and edged with passion. “Maggie mine, you didn’t even try to hold still.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Nope.” He sounded way too satisfied with himself. “I’m thinking how much fun I’m going to have heating up your bottom.”
She swallowed hard, as, for the first time, the tiniest frisson of fear tightened her gut. “You don’t mean that?”
“I do.”
“Quinn, I’m not into pain.”
He reached around and plucked at her nipple. “You know why you like this…because I’m drawing heat to a very sensitive area.”
“But—”
She felt him lean forward and reach for something. She heard him twist off a bottle cap. More lotion?
And then he was spreading a liquid over her breasts, coating every inch of skin. “This oil has special properties.”
At least he’d changed the subject from spankings. She most definitely wasn’t into that. “You feel good.”
She heard the whirring of an overhead panel sliding back. Air blew through the car. Cool air. But her breasts heated, the skin plumping, engorging. And she desperately needed his hands on her there.
She raised her voice to be heard above the rushing air. “What is that stuff?”
“Are you hot, Maggie?”
“Yes.”
“The lotion was a warm-up for the oil. I’m going to slather this oil between your legs and over your bottom.” He used his hands to tilt her up off his lap again. She had no choice but to lean forward and let him do as she wished.
He took his time, placing the oil on her hips, her cheeks, letting it drizzle between her buttocks, then cupping the excess between her thighs and rubbing there. Everywhere. He coated her folds, even slipped his slick fingers inside her for a moment, and when he pulled her back onto his lap, once again filling her with his cock, the sensation almost made her faint from the pleasure.
Wind whipped her hair, heated the oil on her skin, and she was squirming, frantic for him to let her move. But he held her still, trembling, one unmoving finger on her clit. All the blood in her veins, all the sensations seemed concentrated in her breasts, her bottom and between her thighs.
If he’d just move his finger, just once, she would come all over again. She’d never last another hour. Not when she was so ready to explode.
He urged her up again. Her legs trembled with the effort and with her need to take him again. The blaze between her thighs had her frantic to have him inside her.
“Stay there, Maggie.”
And then he slapped her bottom. Once. Twice. Again. And again. She felt no pain. Just pure heat. And then she couldn’t hold back, she came unglued, taking him into her, desperate to have him inside her. Without his strong hands guiding her hips, without him helping her wild gyrations, she might have fallen. Instead they came together, pure bright light searing through her, like a star going nova.
And afterward, when she collapsed onto him once more, she couldn’t think. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even rationalize what he’d done to her. She only knew that she’d never experienced such incredible pleasure. She hadn’t known her body could do anything like that.
And when he lazily snaked his hand once again between her thighs, she thought she was ready to die from the joy he could generate. She hadn’t the strength to summon up a word of protest. Like an empty rag doll, she was sure, he’d taken the stuffing out of her.
Nothing could top what they had just done, what she had just felt. Nothing. But when his fingers started moving again, she whimpered, sure that her heart couldn’t recuperate. At least if she up and died, she’d go as a very satisfied woman.
QUINN SUPPOSED HE COULD have gone the noble route of holding back on sex to prove they shared more than lust together. But he saw no reason to deny themselves the connection of touching flesh to flesh and sharing the most intimate of acts.
At the same time, he wanted them both to have fun. Just because he hadn’t experienced the kind of love a man has for a woman before now, didn’t mean he couldn’t recognize it when he felt it. When he began writing screenplays, he knew when he found the right word, knew when he visually portrayed the right emotion. No one had to tell him. No one had to verify he’d written a great screenplay—he just knew from the inside out. And when he put together the right script, director and cast, when all the elements fell into place, he didn’t need an Academy Award to know he’d done good work. And he didn’t need anyone to tell him that what he felt for Maggie was real and good and would last the rest of their lives. He knew.
Just as he understood that love needn’t always be so serious. Love could also be light. Love included laughter, as well as the sharing of hopes and dreams. And he saw absolutely nothing wrong with mixing serious pleasure and deep conversation and good fun.
After the limo driver stopped, turned off the engine and headed to another vehicle to drive home, Quinn freed Maggie’s hands, bundled her into a blanket and carried her along the windswept beach. She snuggled against him, completely trusting him to take her wherever he wanted.
Maggie’s nose twitched. “Is that the ocean?”
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