This proposal is the perfect one. “Yes.”
The people around us start yelling, and it’s our kids we hug first. Family and friends converge next, and I lose count of the hugs and kisses. This is the perfect life.
Epilogue
Cohen
I didn’t believe Quincy really wanted to go to a sex club, but here we are. Guil is a good friend of the Society and he’s currently attaching red ankle bands to us. In one of the sex clubs he runs. The bands ensure no one will think we’re looking for anyone but each other, although I’m still not sure what we’re here for.
“Your room’s ready. Number four.”
“Thanks, Guil.”
“No problem. Here are the masks you asked for.”
“Masks?” I ask, putting mine on and following Quincy out the door.
“I want you to fuck me in public, but I’m not ready for them to see our faces.”
Fuck. I mean, yeah, I’m going to fuck her. In front of a crowd who won’t see our faces. “Okay.” What more could I say?
We’re fully clothed right now, with me in a suit and no tie, and her in a flowy blue dress. She wears blue a lot now, and I know it’s for me.
When we get to room four, she turns to kiss me hard before opening the door. Once inside, we move like no one’s watching, even though we know they are. This room doesn’t allow us to see them through the glass and I have a feeling she asked for that. She wants to be seen—and know they’re there—but she doesn’t want to watch them watch us. Whatever she wants is fine with me.
Our hands move like they’re choreographed to work together. Buttons are undone, zippers are unzipped, and fabric slides over skin until we’re both naked. I have to stop to drink in the sight of her. Even after all these times, I can’t take my eyes off her body.
“How are we doing this?” I whisper in her ear.
“Against the glass. I want you to fuck me hard against the glass.”
“They’re going to be touching the glass on the other side. Wanting to be the ones to touch your tits and pussy.”
“Good.”
I spin her around and pin her to the glass with my body. Plunging my fingers into her pussy, I find her wet and ready. She doesn’t need—or want—foreplay. She wants to fuck and so do I.
I line myself up and thrust into her. Her body moves against the glass as I take her hard. She turns her head, and I kiss her as my hands hold her hips so I can go as deep as possible. It’s not enough. I need to go deeper.
Moving back, I take the lower half of her body with me. She’s bent at the waist, her hands on the glass as her tits hang loose. Yes, this is what I need. Taking her like this gives me all of her. I need it all.
Sorry people on the other side of the glass, but you’ll just have to use your imaginations for the rest of this. My imagination when it comes to Quincy is limitless, but none of my fantasies involve a club. Pools, showers, beaches, beds, walls, tables…I could go one forever. Just no clubs unless she wants it again.
She pushes her hands against the glass, holding herself steady for me. I know she’s doing it because she wants more, and I give it to her. Removing my hands from her hips, I use one to pinch her left nipple while the other pinches her clit. It’s all she needs to go off, and I follow her over a few pumps later.
Once we’re both done, I turn her and pick her up. Her back hits the glass as we kiss. That’s all we’re doing now—kissing—but it’s just as good as what we were doing a few minutes ago.
“Thank you for helping me with my fantasy,” she tells me when we have to take a moment to breathe.”
“I always will.”
“I know. I love you, C.”
“I love you too, Quince.”
Coming Soon
Look for Guil’s book, Trusted Company, coming on Christmas Day!
Acknowledgments
Dominique, and Gabi, I love you always and forever!
Helen Williams, thanks for your cover magic! This one’s one of my favorites.
To Jordyn Preston, for always inspiring me!
To Lita Weissman, for being a great friend!
Cancer is a bitch and I’ve known so many affected by it. The two of you are fighting now, and I’m praying next to you.
To all my readers, all over the world, thanks for reading all the books, even though you may not love all the characters! You stick with me through all the different women and men and I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know!
About the Author
Crystal Perkins has always been a big reader, but she never thought she would write her own book, until she sat down and did it one day. She lives in Las Vegas, where you can find her running author events when she isn’t reading, buying too many Sherlock t-shirts and LulaRoe leggings, or finding a place to put all of her Pop! figurines. In 2016, she won the Creative Initiatives Award from Romantic Times for encouraging literacy, and also the Community Advocate Award from the Clark County School Librarians Association. A mac and cheese connoisseur, she travels the country looking for the perfect version, while attending book conventions and signings as a cover for her research. The Griffin Brothers, Corrigan & Co., and the Society Girls series are all international best sellers, and she’s thankful to the readers who made that happen.
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