“Is that what I’ve been doing?” he asked, trying to sound innocent and taking her anger to a whole new level.
“You know damn well that’s what you did!” Dylan bit out, knowing without a doubt that she was right.
“And leaving me handcuffed in the toolshed?” Quinn asked as he made his way back to her.
“Was completely justifiable,” Dylan said when Quinn stepped between her legs.
“Because I stole your muffin?” Quinn asked, watching her as he reached down and pulled the shoe off her right foot and let it fall to the floor.
“You knew better,” Dylan said with that glare that was guaranteed to send terror to his very soul.
“I did,” he murmured in agreement as he reached down and pulled the shoe off her left foot and let it drop.
“Then, we’re agreed that you’re lucky to be alive,” Dylan said as Quinn took his time pulling her socks off.
Nodding, Quinn said, “I get up and thank God every day that you haven’t kicked my ass.”
“As you should,” Dylan said with a sniffle that had his lips twitching as he reached for her shirt.
“What else?” Quinn asked as she raised her arms to make it easier for him to pull her shirt off.
“That wasn’t enough?” she demanded as he dropped her shirt on the floor and set to work on unsnapping her jeans and slowly pulled down her zipper.
“To leave me quaking in fear?” Quinn asked as he grabbed hold of her jeans as she placed her hands on the counter and raised her butt up, making it easier for him to pull her pants down.
“Among other things,” Dylan murmured as she watched the way that Quinn ran his eyes over her, taking in her lacey black bra to matching panties before swallowing hard.
“I’m absolutely terrified,” he said hoarsely as she reached back and unsnapped her bra, watching as he swallowed hard before that muscle in his jaw clenched and-
Groaned when she released her bra, letting it slowly slide down her arms while Quinn stood there, watching the move as it revealed her breasts until it stopped just above her nipples. Then, she grabbed the straps and pulled it off the rest of the way, watching as he ran his eyes over her, taking in her butterscotch nipples hardening beneath his gaze.
“Christ,” he whispered reverently as he reached for her panties.
She raised herself up again, making it easier for him to slide her panties down and-
“Your turn,” Dylan said as she reached for his underwear.
She watched him for a moment as she slowly pushed his underwear down until she felt it snag on something. Licking her lips, Dylan looked down and nearly groaned when she saw the large erection trapped in soft cotton. Slowly exhaling, she worked his underwear over the thick tip before pushing it down, revealing inch after inch of the thick cock between his legs.
He took over pushing his underwear down only to groan when Dylan reached over and traced the underside of his erection, marveling at the soft, silky skin pulled tightly over the thick shaft. She traced the thick vein between the tip and the root before wrapping her hand around the tip and savoring the feel of the soft tip against her skin.
Without a word, Quinn picked her and carried her into the shower, leaving her to play with his cock while he grabbed the bottle of body wash off the shelf and squeezed some in his hand. He leaned down and took her mouth in a slow kiss as his hands moved over her, washing her shoulders and her back before moving his hands over her bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze before he reached for the bottle again.
He squeezed more body wash in his hand before she reluctantly released her hold around him and took the bottle from him. She squeezed body wash in her hand before placing the bottle on the shelf only to moan softly into his mouth when she felt his hands slide over her breasts. He took his time kneading each breast before running hands over the nipples, the move tearing another soft moan from her as she ran her hands over him, tracing every muscle with her fingertips before she reached back down and-
Barely managed to run her hand over his cock before she suddenly found herself turned around, facing the wall. When she felt Quinn’s lips touch the side of her neck, she dropped her head back on a moan as he reached down and took her hands in his and placed them against the wall before he grabbed the bottle of body wash again.
Licking her lips, Dylan stood there as he ran his hands over her back, tearing a groan from her as he worked the tension out of her muscles, leaving her feeling relaxed as he occasionally kissed the back of her neck. He took his time, running his hands over her back and over her thighs before he allowed his hands to slide over her stomach and-
“Oh, God…”
-slid his hand between her legs.
As his hand moved over her, Quinn cupped her breast in his large hand, using the move to pull her back against him so that his cock was pressed against her back. She tilted her head to the side in silent demand as his fingertips traced her slit, teasing her while his hand kneaded her breast. It felt so good, Dylan thought, moaning softly as Quinn kissed the side of her neck.
“This is for the deal, right?” she said, needing the reminder of why they were doing this. They needed to have sex for the deal. That was it. She wasn’t in love with him and Quinn would never fall in love with her.
It was just a deal.
