7
Quinn
She was at the far end of the pool. The water rippled and shimmered as she cut through it, moving gracefully and quietly in my direction. She didn’t notice me until she arrived at the end of the pool. Then her eyes landed on me and her face bloomed with genuine happiness.
“Hey, Quinn.”
“Hey.” I planted my hands on my hips as casually as I could and looked down at her. “You have a good day?”
“I certainly did.” She nodded vigorously. “Thanks for letting me use the pool. Feels good to stretch out my limbs again after all that time being cramped on the plane, you know?”
“Sure,” I said, trying my hardest not to look at her chest as she panted to catch her breath. It was, frankly, criminal for one woman to look as damn fucking hot as she did. I didn’t know how to sort out this mess I was in, but this just couldn’t go on.
Then she pulled the rug out from under me by laying her palms on the edge of the pool, and hauling herself up. Fuck me, she looked like some kind of cheesy fantasy in a men’s magazine from the nineties emerging like that from the water. She wore the tiniest red bikini I’ve ever seen in my life, and water rivulets ran down her body and pooled around her feet. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight.
Her top was tied around the back of her neck, and it was hard not to focus on the fact that with one flick of my hand she would have been naked from the waist up. She ran her hands over her hair, squeezing water out, and making sure it was all pushed back. Then she met my transfixed eyes and smiled.
“Pass me the towel, won’t you?” Her voice was light and flirtatious.
Like a robot, I turned toward one of the deck chairs and grabbed the towel lying on it. I handed it to her silently.
“Thank you,” she mouthed. Her lips formed a luscious O. My mind went rogue and I imagined those plump lips wrapped around my cock. I cleared my throat and looked away as she rubbed herself with the towel.
“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked.
“Yeah, great.”
She perched on the edge of a chair. Reaching for a bottle of lotion sitting beside her she squirted out a generous dollop into her hands. Helplessly, I watched her massage it into her arms and neck, then down the tops of her thighs. She stroked the lotion into her slick skin, while I stood there like a big tree and just stared, unable to drag my eyes away no matter how much my brain reminded me I should.
She glanced over at me, then held the bottle out in my direction. “Will you put some on my back?”
I stepped back, clearing my head some. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
She raised her eyebrows at me, as though she had thrown a gauntlet down at my feet. “Why not?”
“It’s just not a good idea,” I said, looking at the bottle as if it was a snake that could strike at any moment.
“Come on, I can’t reach myself,” she cajoled. “It’s not like I’m asking for a massage, or anything? My skin burns too easily if I don’t…”
“Fine,” I rasped, annoyed at how easily she crawled under my skin. I grabbed the bottle from her and squeezed out a small dollop into my hand while she lay face down on the deck chair and waited for me. With a sense of foreboding I knelt down next to her. Lifting her hand she pulled her hair out of the way, exposing her long, flawless neck as she did so.
God, the English sun must be so weak. Her skin was like porcelain.
I took in a deep breath as I rubbed my hands together and spread the lotion evenly between my palms. Right. That’s it. Take another deep breath. And another. My dick pressed against the zipper of my pants.
Okay. Okay. Just stay…just keep cool.
I promised myself there and then, that I would be strong. I could just put the lotion on her back, just as she asked, and do nothing more. Then I placed my hands on her body, and as soon as my skin touched hers, it was as though my brain dropped out of the back of my head and some hidden primitive instinct took over completely.
My hands moved in sensuous circles as I massaged the product into her. Her skin was so soft that it felt as if she was made of warm butter. I wanted to lick her. She tilted her head to one side, the muscles in her neck tightening as she did so. My hand instantly glided up to the tense muscle. Her breath hitched in her throat. I could hear it as I worked the knot away. Gently, I brushed a stray strand of hair off her shoulder, my finger trailing over her skin ever-so-lightly as I did so.
She shrugged her shoulders and shivered as if savoring the feeling of my hands upon her. I certainly was. I moved my hands in long, slow, strokes across her shoulders, down her back, and before I knew it I was working the lotion into the nooks and crannies around her lower back.
My hands were only inches from her ass, and my fingers itched to reach down and sink into her pert butt. I wondered how it would look face-down doggy style on my bed, her back arched up, as she begged for me to fuck her.
Begged for more.
She let out a breathy moan, the sound confirming what was happening between us.
I wanted her, and she wanted me.
And why not? It was the most natural thing in the world. My hands crept around her waist, the lotion long forgotten. I skimmed my fingertips across the delicate skin above her bikini bottom. It was tied at her hips, and I could have so easily slipped my hands beneath the fabric and just-
Suddenly, she turned around and pushed herself into me, her damp body flat against mine, the water from her hair seeping through my suit and leaving wet patches on the fabric. My hands wrapped themselves around her soft curves. Her face tilted back. Her eyes dropped to my mouth. She wanted me to kiss her.
I froze. Then, forced myself out of the reverie I’d lost myself in, and yanked my hands back. She let out a sharp, disappointed breath, and closed her legs. Jesus, I hadn’t even realized she’d spread them.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“Nothing,” I snarled, shaking my head. Fuck, I wanted to gorge on her sweet cunt.
My heart hammered in my chest, and it was taking everything I had not to grab her, flip her over, and rip that flimsy fabric off her pussy. I just wanted to…get inside her body, I wanted to go to town on her. My body ached to feel her, to feel every inch of her against me, to lick her, and fuck her and make her scream in pleasure. I wanted to let her know once and for all what kind of man she was trying to seduce, but I knew my childish reaction wouldn’t have helped anyone or anything.
“We should get back to the house and get something to eat. I’m starving.” If anything was going to put her off me, it would be the sight of me guzzling Chinese food after a long day of work.
“Fine,” she pouted, and got to her feet.
I gazed at her hungrily as she stood there, gloriously scantily-clad, her body glistening with lotion.
“Be like that, then,” she muttered.
I knew she was irritated at what she probably saw as my hot and cold attitude. It wouldn’t take a genius to work out I wanted her bad, but she must know we couldn’t do it. Before I made a total fool of myself I quickly turned and started to make my way toward the house.
If her father found out, there would be hell to pay, and I had no intention of creating that chasm between the two of us. That would be the end for the two of us, and it was the last thing I wanted. It was the only thing keeping me from leading her straight back into my bedroom.
I fought to keep my friendship with Kevin at the front of my thoughts.
I went straight to my bedroom, sat on the bed, and pulled off my belt roughly. I was still hard beneath my slacks, and I knew my erection wasn’t going anywhere until I paid it some attention. I rubbed my hands together. They were scented with the smell of her lotion.
I slipped my greasy hand under my boxers and gripped the base of my cock. With my eyes closed I tried to think of anything other than Madison, as I began to jerk off. When I heard her running a bath next door, I did my best not to imagine her naked beneath a cloud of bubble
s. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t shake the image I saw last night.
Fuck it.
There was nothing wrong with just picturing her. It wasn’t like I was going to do anything about it. I would just imagine her and wonder what she would taste and smell like and how she would moan at my touch-
“Quinn!”
My hand froze. The scream came from the bathroom next door.
“Quinn.”
Oh, fuck. The way she yelled made me think she must have slipped and hurt herself badly. Maybe broken a leg. I leapt to my feet. Hastily buckling my pants I tucked my erection away and started for the door. I didn’t even have time to pause for a moment or get my head together before I took off to her room.
I pushed her bathroom door open and stepped in fragrant, billowing steam. I squinted, and felt my shirt instantly dampening in the heat and the wet of the room.
Then, I saw her.
She had somehow managed to get her big toe stuck in the tap. In retrospect, it was so obviously a ploy, an excuse, to get me into that room with her naked body right after she’d just turned me on with her little lotion game that I should have rolled my eyes and told her to sort herself out and left. But, in my horny state, I couldn’t drag my eyes away from all those luscious curves, and the way she writhed back and forth beneath the water as she attempted to get herself free.
“Can you help me?” she pleaded. That big red mouth pouted at me through the steam. Her hair hung in damp tendrils around her neck, and her eyes gazed imploringly up at me in a way I couldn’t resist.
I took a deep breath and moved toward her half-submerged body; the features were thrown into sharper relief as I moved closer. Her nipples were pink and hard, and her sweet, little pussy had a small triangle of golden curls neatly shaved over the top of her slit. Because her legs were open I saw her swollen clit. Underneath it, her little hole gapped, and begged to be filled.
I clenched my teeth, and knelt down on the mat beside the bath. Her bikini was dumped next to me, where she had discarded it, and I did my best to keep my gaze on it and not rove around anywhere else. Keep your head in the game, Quinn, I told myself sternly. She needed my help, not me perving all over her.
I wrapped my hand around her little foot and tugged gently, but it seemed to be stuck fast. I sighed, and reached for the soap on the edge of the tub. Her naked body was so mesmerizing I had to fight the urge to fish her out and fuck her on the bathroom floor.
She gasped slightly as I soaped up my hands and placed them back on her foot. I wasn’t sure whether it was with pain or pleasure. Once her foot was slick with suds, I managed to slip her toe free of the tap. I released her ankle and her foot floated back on to the bottom of the tub.
My head pulsed, and my cock was so fucking hard it hurt. What was I? A fucking teenager? Why couldn’t I get a hold of myself? How could I be turned on beyond belief just by the sight of this naked woman? I had seen plenty of naked female bodies over the course of my life and none of them had had this effect on me, so why did I have to fight so hard against her allure?
“Thank you, Quinn.” She sighed gratefully, and looked up at me with shining eyes, as though I’d slayed a dragon instead of just removing her toe from the tap.
“Welcome,” I grunted. I was about to get to my feet when I heard her let out the tiniest moan. It was just enough to attract my attention, and get my head to turn toward her again. And from there, I knew any resolve I had built up was crumbling away to dust.
She had parted her legs, letting her fingers caress down the inside of her thigh suggestively, just a few inches from her pussy lips. My eyes were instantly drawn to her gorgeously pink slit. As I watched she placed her hands and feet on the floor of the tub and lifted her hips half out of the water. She offered her pussy up to me.
My dazed eyes travelled up to her face. Her lips were parted and her hooded eyes urged me to touch her. My mouth only mere inches from her glistening cunt. Before I could stop myself, I had leaned down, grasped her hips, and pulled her entirely out of the water so I could finally taste her.
I sealed my lips over her clit, sucking lightly, as I flicked my tongue against her. She tasted so good I instantly forgot myself, my brain wiped clear of any of the logic that had kept me from doing this before.
I sank my fingers into the firm flesh of her ass, pushed her legs as far open as they would go, and fucking gorged myself.
I hadn’t even kissed her yet, and here I was, eating her out as though pussy was going out of fashion in the next ten minutes. She grabbed my head by the hair and ground her sex against my mouth. And I loved it. My cock was swollen and aching in my pants. I needed to be inside her.
“Fuck me, Quinn,” she gasped, pulling me from the moment.
I looked across her body, the way her hand had already strayed down to her breasts to pinch at her nipple. She was fucking beautiful and mine to possess, and my cock was throbbing like crazy, but I forced myself to move away from her.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded.
I shook my head, angrily wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“You’re not going to leave me like this?”
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t.
Christ, I needed to get out of there before I went any further, before I did something I would regret even more than what I already did. I strode out of there, leaving Madison in the steamy room alone. I returned to the bedroom where I took my aching cock in my hand and wacked myself off. This time I didn’t even need to think of Madison. In seconds, I was done and staring blankly at the ceiling.
I had just crossed another line.
8
Quinn
Work was virtually impossible with the memory of what had gone down the day before. What was I meant to do with the image of Madison, writhing under me, loving the feel of my tongue between her legs?
I couldn’t remember the last time going down on a woman had been as heady as that. I was a mess, my brain focusing on how much I wanted her while obsessing over the fact I had to be the grown-up here and turn her down.
I couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen if Kevin even had a hint that things had already gone as far as they had. If only he would return soon and take her back so we could both put this ‘thing’ behind us as a kind of summer madness. But even as I thought I had the feeling it wouldn’t be so simple. Her memory was going to torture me for a long time.
I tried my best to find something to do around the office to keep me in late, but that didn’t work. My secretary, Natalie, shooed me out, ordering me to go home and get a decent night’s sleep since the real work would be when Kevin came back with the deal signed and sealed. If only she knew sending me home would act as more of a distraction to sleep than staying in the office and working would.
As I stood outside my front door, I heard voices coming from the open windows. Madison’s voice, bright and laughing, and another. A man’s voice.
I felt my gut burn.
I slipped my key into the lock and pushed the door open. Madison lay curled up on the couch next to the window, and a guy sat next to her. She was dressed in a skimpy little baby doll dress that hardly covered her breasts or legs, and the little jerk was clearly enjoying the show. He was almost salivating all over my couch.
I wanted to skin him alive.
I announced my arrival by throwing the keys down on the counter so they landed with a loud clatter that made the two of them jump. I tried to keep my fury at what was going on from showing on my face, but I could feel how tense my shoulders were.
“Uh, hello?” I said as disinterestedly as possible
“Oh, Quinn.” Madison glanced up at me, her big blue eyes wide with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d be back till later.”
“Yeah, well, I’m here now,” I pointed out, my voice cold. “What’s going on?”
“This is Nathan.” She gestured to the guy sitting opposite her. I took a closer, unsmiling look at him. He was about her age, and looked
preppy and smart in a well-cut shirt and a hundred-dollar haircut. He offered me a nervous smile. Good. He was right to be nervous. Sitting around in my house, flirting with my guest like he owned the place.
I nodded to him in acknowledgement. “How do you guys know each other?”
“We went to prep school together years back,” she replied for him. She turned her head and smiled at him fondly, then looked over at me. She might have been paying him attention, but the look she shot over at me told me she was still thinking about our encounter the day before. Was she playing me? Using this boy to make me jealous? Well, two can play at the same game.
“I have a date coming round tonight,” I said before I had a chance to calm myself down.
“Really?” Madison exclaimed.
“You should go, Nathan,” I said coldly.
“Uh-” he began.
Obviously, he was completely confused by the tension suddenly sizzling between us, but I made my way across the room and towered intimidatingly over him. He looked up at me worriedly, then across at Madison as if asking her for help.
Madison looked at him apologetically, but she certainly didn’t look too cut-up that he was leaving. “Sorry, Nathan. I wouldn’t have invited you if I’d known. Maybe we can catch a movie or something before I leave.”
“I’ll call you?” he suggested, starting to stand.
I bristled.
Deliberately ignoring me, she smiled sweetly at him. “That’ll be nice. I’ll look forward to it.”
He got to his feet. As he reached for the jacket he had draped over the back of the couch he looked at me. I met his gaze impassively, and hoped I was getting my message across. Don’t fucking come back. He got it. He scurried across the room and toward the door, shooting one more longing look at Madison, before he left the house.
“So who’s your date?” Madison asked, raising her eyebrows pointedly.
“You don’t know her.” I stalked across the room toward my liquor cabinet and poured myself a drink. I would have to invite someone around now. I supposed I could invite Victoria. Probably the best idea I’d had all week. She could help put a wedge between Madison and me. A smart, gorgeous woman who was interested in me and was entirely appropriate to my age group and interest. If that didn’t push Madison away, nothing would.
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