Felt his lips pull up into a smile when he heard the doors close behind him. The satisfied sigh that followed was just too goddamn adorable for words as the light was turned on. He slowly turned around and watched his wife, who looked really fucking smug, move past him and climb onto the workbench.
Once she was settled, Dylan reached over with a soft sigh and grabbed hold of his “B.T. Construction” tee-shirt. When she gave his shirt a gentle tug, he willingly went to her, curious to see what the little pain in the ass was up to.
“You stole my muffin,” Dylan said with an accusing glare as he stepped between her legs.
“You booped my nose,” Quinn drawled, watching as her lips twitched.
“You had it coming,” Dylan said as she leaned in and brushed her lips teasingly against his.
“Is this about Blackwood Manor?” he asked, already knowing the answer as he placed his hands on her hips and dragged her closer.
“That and I love tormenting you,” she admitted as he felt her hands run over his chest.
“Is that what you’re doing?” Quinn whispered against her lips only to groan when Dylan continued running her hands over him.
“Among other things,” she murmured absently as he felt one hand drop away before he heard the telltale sound of the light switching off.
Before he could wonder about that, Dylan’s hand was back, moving over his chest, his shoulders, and down his back as he took her mouth in a slow, hungry kiss, determined to savor just how fucking good it felt to have her hands on him.
Shortly after things ended with Jenn, he’d decided to work her out of his system and he’d ended up having a one-night stand that nearly fucking destroyed him. Every touch, moan, and demand had left him feeling cold. He barely remembered her, couldn’t remember her name, but he remembered the moment it was over. Without a word, he climbed out of bed, got dressed, walked to the hotel parking lot, where he proceeded to vomit behind a maroon minivan.
Jenn had been his first and he thought that she would be his last. He’d learned what she liked, what she hated, which was for him to take charge while she lay there, leaving him to do all the work while he saw to her every need. At the time, it had been enough, but now…
Christ, she never touched him like this, never ran her hands over him and moaned like she liked touching him almost as much as he loved feeling her hands on him. When she gave his chest a gentle push, Quinn wrapped his arms around her and took her with him as he stepped back, never breaking the kiss as he set her down on her feet.
While he took her mouth in a hungry kiss, Dylan ran her hands down his chest and over his abs before grabbing hold of his shirt and slowly pulled it free. When he felt her hands slide beneath his shirt seconds later, he couldn’t help but moan as she slid her warm hands over him while she used the move to gently push him back until his back touched the wall.
“Close your eyes,” she whispered teasingly against his lips as he felt her hands slide down his stomach and-
Oh, fuck…
-reach for his belt. Releasing a shaky breath, Quinn closed his eyes only to moan as he felt her pull his belt free, the move causing her hands to brush against his cock as it strained against his fly, desperate to get to her.
He felt her pull his belt free before dropping it on the floor, the sounds of the metal buckle hitting the wooden floor drowned out by the sounds of their breathing. He felt her fingers work his fly free before she dropped her hands away and before he could wonder about that, he felt her small hands wrap around his wrists. As she gently guided his arms behind his back, Dylan stood up, leaving him with no other choice but to lean down and take her mouth in another hungry kiss, too fucking desperate for this woman to go more than a second without touching her and-
“Boop,” came the soft whisper against his lips that left him frowning as he felt her step away from him and-
“Tell me that you really didn’t fucking handcuff me,” Quinn bit out when he felt it, cold metal wrapped around his wrists.
“I would, but it’s wrong to lie,” Dylan said, not really looking all that concerned for her safety as he moved to go after her only to realize the little brat had secured him to the fucking wall!
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe there’s a double chocolate donut with my name on it waiting for me at the food truck,” the little pain in the ass said with a satisfied sigh as she opened the door, filling the shed with sunlight and-
She. Fucking. Winked.
“Dylan, I swear to god that I’ll-”
“Boop!” the woman who had finally gone too far murmured as she reached over and booped his fucking nose before she closed the door with a satisfied sigh that had his jaw clenching and-
He was going to spank her ass.
CHAPTER 17
One Week Later…
“Are you okay?” the cashier asked.
“Fine,” Dylan said, forcing a smile on her face even as she had to admit that she was anything but fine at the moment, not with a two-hundred-pound Bradford waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
