by Jewel E. Ann
We were silent for most of the short ride. “Did you miss your flight because of me?”
“I own my own plane so I never miss my flight.” He looked out the window but slid his hand over to grab mine.
My whole body relaxed with his touch.
“Do you want to know why we were arrested?”
He still didn’t look at me. “I got you both out of jail and all charges against you dropped. I know why you were arrested.”
“But don’t you want my side of the story?”
Before I had a chance to elaborate we arrived at my hotel.
Quinn finally turned toward me as Eddie waited outside my door. “No, I don’t want your side of the story. I’m sure it’s all about some poor animals being tortured and you thought trespassing on private property with a bunch of radical PETA demonstrators was just an expression of your constitutional right to freedom of speech. I won’t lecture you any further on the matter if you don’t try to convince me you didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”
No, not okay!
Deep breath … I am peaceful, I am strong.
I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Sorry to have inconvenienced you. Thanks for the bailout.”
“Addy—”
I jumped out of the car and walked into the hotel without looking back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Sex is emotion in motion.”
~Mae West
I WATCHED THE calendar flip two months and still hadn’t seen or heard from Quinn. I wondered if he was waiting on me to call since he had Eddie give me his number. The thought crossed my mind that maybe he didn’t have mine, but I knew he was too resourceful to let that be his excuse. After all, he knew where I lived and worked.
I replayed our last day together more times than I cared to admit. As ridiculous as it seemed to me, I concluded that he must have been quite upset about the donation. He himself said that kind of money was just “pennies,” so why the grumpy reaction? And then there was the whole jail mishap, but come on, was I honestly the first girl he’d bailed out of jail? Okay, probably. It wasn’t like I’d been arrested for robbery or prostitution. But then there was that kiss before he got out of the car to go to his meeting. It didn’t feel like a goodbye. It felt like a tide-me-over kiss, like a squirrel saving acorns for the long winter. I wondered how long Quinn’s winter would last. Maybe I needed to be his ground hog and give him a sign of spring. Since it was just sex, I decided there was no reason to be so apprehensive about texting him and requesting a booty call. So that was what I did.
Hey stranger, I have a coupon for a value pack of Trojans.
Any plans for Labor Day weekend?
Sorry, don’t recognize the number, who is this?
Oh my god, what was I thinking, I should have called instead. He more than likely gets texts from random women all the time.
Before I had a chance to respond my phone chimed with another text.
Kidding;)
Might be able to squeeze you in.
Most likely though, it will be the other way around.
Don’t flatter yourself.
Too late.
Holiday on Mon w fam
Can give u Sat. PM
Coming to me?
Not without the damn Trojans!
Dumb ass! Not in me.
LOL, yes I’ll come to Milwaukee.
*
I thoroughly cleaned my loft, not because I was a neat freak, just because I had to burn off some nervous energy. After all, we were going to rub our naked bodies all over it anyway. I was expecting Quinn at anytime, and I still felt anxious and a little nervous. It was ridiculous, given the fact that he had seen every inch of my body in every possible position, more than once. After changing my outfit five times like some stupid school girl, I ironically went with the most appropriate choice for the occasion—nothing. The door connecting my loft to the café buzzed, I figured Quinn must have thought I was working that night and decided to come up through that entrance. Having second thoughts about greeting him in the nude, I grabbed an apron from the kitchen, slipped it over my head and quickly tied it in back. It wasn’t as sexy, at least until I turned around. I inwardly giggled with anticipation. I buzzed the door and casually leaned against my kitchen island.
“Hey, Addy, we’re out of …”
Holy Crap, Jake!
He paused at the top of the stairs suspiciously eyeing me. I wasn’t revealing anything, but my body was frozen in place.
“Rosemary, Mac said you had some on your deck.”
“Yes, uh …” My outside entrance door buzzed. Jake stared at me, his wide eyes roamed my body making me turn red with embarrassment. He waited for me to move.
“Are you going to answer that?” he drawled.
“Yes, uh … you get the rosemary, I’ll get the door.”
He nodded.
It was the most awkward standoff. He was waiting for me to answer the door before he made his way to my deck. Without taking my eyes off him, I inched sideways toward the door. As soon as I started to move, he walked over to the deck. I crept backwards to the door keeping my eyes on him the whole time.
I peeked out the window to confirm it was Quinn. The door buzzed again.
Jake was taking his sweet time getting the rosemary.
“Addy?” Quinn was getting impatient.
In desperation I tried to find the perfect forty-five degree angle to hide my bare ass from Jake and Quinn. I didn’t want Quinn seeing my bare ass with Jake still there.
“Got it. You’ve got a ridiculous green thumb, Addy. This plant looks like it’s on steroids.” Jake stopped and gave me a questioning look as I stood by the door. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, uh, fine.”
“Addy! I can hear you, open up.”
It was a mystery as to why or how I managed to fall into the most embarrassing circumstances with Quinn. Deep breath … I am peaceful, I am strong. I opened the door standing off to the side, angled away from Jake.
“It’s about time, what took you—” Quinn fell silent when he saw Jake and then eyed me up and down.
My eyes were wide but my smile was narrow.
He squinted his eyes at me then looked at Jake. “Hey, Jake, right?”
“Yeah, good to see you, just getting some herbs.” Jake nodded to the rosemary he was holding.
Quinn focused in on me again, and while I knew he couldn’t see my backside either, he eyed me with a peculiar look.
Before I could find the right words, Quinn took it upon himself to dismiss Jake. “Well, good seeing you again, take care.”
Jake took the hint and politely smiled. “You too.”
We both stood motionless until we heard the bottom door close behind Jake. With no time for me to react, Quinn dropped his bag on the floor and turned me around to view my very bare backside. My whole body flushed again because this wasn’t how I imagined things going. I had planned on playing the sexy, seductive, naughty chef wearing nothing but an apron and spread out on my kitchen counter. Instead, it was more like the naughty twelve-year-old girl getting caught by her dad sneaking out of the house wearing a mini skirt.
“What the hell is going on here?” I could tell Quinn’s voice was ten percent curiosity and ninety percent anger.
The fact was I couldn’t control how he acted, but I could control the way I reacted. He might have expected me to hang my head in embarrassment and regret, but I was not submissive. My chin was up, shoulders were back, and my smile was big.
“Why, whatever do you mean?” I strutted into the living room, shaking my bare ass with the confidence of a model on the catwalk. Quinn was keeping his distance, straight face, heavy breathing, maybe even steam seeping from his nostrils.
“You think parading around naked in front of your staff is funny or professional for that matter?”
I paused for a moment then, almost in slow motion, walked back to Quinn while untying the apron.
“I wasn’t paradin
g, it was an unfortunate situation, yet a bit funny if you think about it.” I dropped the apron to the ground and went to work on removing his shirt. “However, I see you’re having trouble finding the humor in it, and that’s possibly because you’re tense from your trip and need a little help relaxing.”
After unbuttoning the last button I pushed his shirt back over his shoulders and showered his hard chiseled chest in wet kisses, working my way down to his pants.
“You’re trying to distract me,” he grumbled.
“Your caveman thoughts of jealously are the only distraction. They are distracting you from the naked woman trying to seduce you, so let it go, stop wasting time, and take me already.”
His hands dove into my hair grabbing my head and pulling it to his. Our mouths melted and our tongues danced in a passionate frenzy. His forcefulness felt possessive, but I didn’t care, I just needed him. My hands fumbled with his pants until they were undone. Then fighting to break from his lips, I licked my way along his chest with my arms stretched above my head, clawing my way down the front of him. I yanked his pants and briefs down, and before he could protest, I had his thick hard cock in my mouth.
“Fuck, no, Addy!” Quinn grabbed my arms and pulled me up to him, his breath labored. “You’re going to end this before it even gets started.”
I gave him my version of a devilish smile because it thrilled me to know I affected him so easily. We both stood breathless, my blues looking into his deep chocolates, then I pushed myself up on my tiptoes and brushed my tongue over his bottom lip. “Then what do you want me to do?”
Keeping my attention with just his eyes, he removed the rest of his clothes. I wanted to look at him, all of him. However, he held my gaze with such command that I was drowning in his eyes. I looked away, not at him or anything in particular, simply away.
“Why do you do that?” he asked with a tenderness to his voice I’d never heard.
“Do what?” I whispered, still not looking at him.
Using one finger, he tilted my chin up demanding my eyes on him again. “That. You look away like you’re more insecure about me looking in your eyes than at your naked body.”
I put my palms flat on his chest, closed my eyes, and kissed his dark, taut skin.
“Sex, Quinn, just sex, okay?”
He nodded. After a few moments of standing still with me leaning against his chest, he pulled me back, immediately capturing my mouth and igniting that fire that burned for his touch. He lowered his head, taking my breast in his mouth, tugging and rolling his tongue over my nipple while cupping my other breast. I let my head fall back, a million sensations surged through my body.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
Moving his hands to grip my hips, he fell to his knees. Then, grasping my ass with both hands, he pulled my center to his face and inhaled my scent.
“Jesus, Addy, you’re my aphrodisiac,” Quinn breathed, grabbing my right leg and hooking it over his shoulder.
I wove my hands in his hair for support as his mouth covered me.
“Ah, Quinn!” I gasped at the instant stimulation that caused my standing leg to go weak.
His strong hands on my hips easily held my weight. My hips found their circular motion dancing with his wicked tongue. Then, just as the most intoxicating pressure was building, he stopped. “No, don’t stop,” I begged.
He dipped his tongue into my belly button with a smile and a light chuckle. “My baby doesn’t like to be teased. God, do you know what seeing you like this does to me?”
Looking down into his dark eyes, while chewing my bottom lip and grabbing fists full of his hair, I shook my head.
“Oh, I think you do. I think you know exactly what you do to me.” He removed my leg from his shoulder and wrapped his body around mine, slowly moving up it, kissing and licking every inch. He held me with strong arms and showered my body with hard passionate kisses as if he was physically trying to consume me with his insatiable hunger. We were both fighting a losing battle for control; the moment was filled with pure, raw lust.
“I need you now, Addy. I’m coming undone,” he gasped in an urgent tone.
“I know,” I panted, “condom, now.”
He turned us and pushed me up against the door before squatting down to get a condom out of the side pocket of his bag. After he rolled it on his impressive length, he pushed himself back up while grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist. He lifted me with the wall to my back. His mouth attacked my breast and the jolt from his tongue circling my nipple sent a throbbing sensation to my sex. I eased my legs just enough to slide down his torso until the head of his cock pressed against my slick entrance. Then, without hesitating, he relaxed his hold on me and I sank onto him as he plunged into me.
“Ahh,” I moaned in ecstasy.
Quinn started a slow thrusting rhythm while clenching and rubbing my tensed leg muscles.
“Your body is so fucking sexy,” he grunted.
Desiring every solid inch of him, I pushed my back into the door to grind my hips forward.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
Quinn’s muscles contracted as he slammed into me, hitting a bundle of nerves.
“Yes … there, harder!” I demanded.
His mouth attacked mine as his tongue lavishly explored every inch. He dropped his head to my shoulder and thrusted into me over and over. The door at my back and his fingers clenched tight into my legs would have me black and blue for weeks, but I didn’t care. He raptured my body and calmed my mind.
“Ah, God!” I cried out. The pain heightened the pleasure to the point of explosion.
His deliciously hard glutes felt like stone beneath my calves as he pinned me to the door with one final thrust, finding his release.
*
Both of us were gasping for air and dripping with sweat. Quinn carried me, wrapped like a monkey around his body, to the bedroom where we collapsed on my bed, he on his back with me draped over his broad chest.
“Holy hell, woman, your skinny ass legs are all muscle. You squeezed me like a damn vice. I swear I could fuck you to the moon and it still wouldn’t be hard enough for you.”
I laughed. “That’s pretty funny coming from Mr. Latin Sex God with less than six percent body fat and muscle definition beyond words.”
He grinned while tracing his fingers up and down my back. “Good genes I guess.”
“Bullshit. Your dark, mesmerizing eyes, thick black hair, and perfect olive skin are good genes. You don’t get a body like yours without serious work.”
“I may do a few push-ups occasionally.”
“Just a few, huh? I might have to check that out later.”
I rolled off him. He removed his condom, tied it, and tossed it on the floor.
“You did not just throw that on my floor,” I growled at him.
“I did. What are you going to do about it? Spank me?” He flipped onto his stomach giving me access to his glorious ass, but I was stopped in my tracks by the marks on his back. They were red and deep and looked like he’d been clawed, but not by an animal. They were from fingernails and not mine. He sensed my distraction.
“What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the marks. “Nothing.”
He looked at me confused for a second, then what I had seen registered with him. He took a deep breath and sighed. “You said we weren’t monogamous.”
Shit!
Monogamy was not part of our agreement. Deep down I knew he would be with other women when he wasn’t with me. Hell, I gave him permission. However, the thought of him having visual souvenirs hadn’t crossed my mind. I was over my head with two choices. Drown in self-pity and jealousy or keep my head up and take our relationship for what was agreed on … just sex.
“It’s fine.” I smiled and looked for a distraction. “Hungry? I’ll get us something to eat. We should replenish our energy after that hot fuck by my front door.” I slapped his ass and jumped up grabbing my robe.
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�Hot fuck?” Quinn questioned in confusion.
Choked by the lump in my throat, I didn’t answer, I couldn’t answer. I had to get out of the room and muster up some composure pronto. The girl that just called what was nothing short of incredible sex a “hot fuck” was unrecognizable to me, but after the reality check on Quinn’s back, I was reminded that was all it was between us, fucking like animals. I did this to myself and my stupid pride would never admit that I couldn’t handle it. There were two things I did know for sure: one, I would not end our relationship in defeat because I couldn’t live up to my own rules; two, I would not be the one to contact him again. If he wanted to see me he would have to call. It was the coward’s way of saving face or, in my case, saving my heart, but it was all I could do at that point.
I called downstairs and asked Mac to leave some food by the door: curried veggie burgers, cinnamon spiced sweet potato soup, and cucumber limeade. Quinn walked out with a blanket tied low on his waist and looked more appetizing than anything we would be eating.
“Didn’t make it past the door with my clothes.” He smiled and grabbed his bag and pile of stripped clothes.
Incapable of looking away, I stared without any guilt. He kept his sexy grin while he shook his head and walked back to the bedroom. “It’s just a body, Addy.”
The lower door buzzed startling me out of my daze. I hopped down the stairs and opened the door. Mac was standing there with our tray of food. She eyed me up and down in my robe and gave me a knowing eyebrow raise. “How’s lover boy?”
“Shut up. It’s just sex, not even that, we’re just … you know.”
“Yeah I know, do you?” she asked, knowing very well I was in uncharted territory.
“Thank you and goodbye, Mac.”
When I reached the top of the stairs I found Quinn seated on a barstool at the counter. He was wearing a New York Mets T-shirt and running shorts. He caught me standing in place, ogling him again.
“Thought I should put some clothes on so you could concentrate on eating, but I see it doesn’t matter.”
I set the tray down pushing his food in front of him. “You act like I just stand around drooling over your body.”