Her moans became louder, her movements frantic as she felt him swell inside her and-
Screamed his name while he shouted hers as intense pleasure like nothing that she’d ever experienced before tore through her body, leaving her struggling to catch her breath as she collapsed on top of him.
For several minutes, they lay like that while they struggled to catch their breath until she realized that it was time to go. This was just a deal and as long as she remembered that, she would be fine, Dylan told herself as she moved to climb off Quinn only to frown when his hold around her tightened briefly before he reluctantly pulled his arms away, letting her go and-
“Tell me that you didn’t just boop me,” Dylan said, glaring down at the large bastard that should honestly be reduced to tears of joy at this point.
“Of course not,” Quinn said, keeping a straight face as her eyes narrowed on him.
“This will not be forgotten,” she said, following that up with a firm nod as she finished climbing off him and made her way to the edge of the bed and-
Damn it!
-ruined her perfect exit when her wobbly legs threatened to give out on her.
“You need some help there?” Quinn asked, sounding really freaking amused.
“I’m fine,” Dylan muttered, deciding to help herself to one of his tee-shirts along the way to teach the bastard that she was a force to be reckoned with.
Once she managed to pull the oversized tee-shirt on, she stumbled the rest of the way to the living room door onlyto grumble when she heard the large bastard murmuring, “So fucking adorable.”
Deciding that it was in her best interest to pretend that another one of her exits hadn’t been ruined again, Dylan made her way into the living room, reached for her bag only to sigh when she heard the soft chime letting her know that she had a message. Grumbling to herself about unappreciative bastards that ruined her exits, Dylan grabbed her phone from her bag only to forget how to breathe when she saw the message waiting for her.
Brooke was engaged.
CHAPTER 19
Two Months Later…
He would not grab his wife and bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her until neither one of them could walk straight, but God, did he really fucking want to, Quinn thought, hungrily licking his lips as he watched Dylan move around the kitchen, absently humming to herself while he ran his eyes over her, taking in the way that his shirt ended just beneath the curve of her ass and-
He wanted to slide his cock between her legs and tease her pussy just to see how wet he could make her. He wanted to trace her slit with the tip of his cock, teasing her until she spread her legs apart on a moan, giving him access to her incredibly tight pussy. He wanted to rub the sensitive tip of his cock over her swollen little clit before he teased her core, coating the tip in her juices before he slowly pushed inside her and savored every inch of her sheath as it wrapped around him.
He-
Really needed to stop thinking about just how badly he wanted to fuck her, Quinn told himself as he slowly exhaledand forced himself to focus on everything that he needed to get done today. This was just part of the deal, one that required him to have sex with his wife and would end as soon as she was pregnant. He needed to remember that, he told himself as he picked up his iPad and checked his email, checked on deliveries, and resigned himself to meeting with a client only to find himself once again watching as Dylan moved around the kitchen.
Every time she went on her tippytoes to reach for something on a shelf, Quinn was forced to bite back a groan as he watched the hem of the tee-shirt that she’d helped herself to from his drawer rise, revealing the soft curve of her ass. When she bent over to grab something from the bottom drawer, he damn near snapped the iPad in his hand in two.
God, she was fucking killing him, Quinn thought, swallowing hard as he watched her slowly, ever so fucking slowly, stand up. He watched her move around the kitchen, unable to look away and barely aware of the pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon that she piled on a plate before she made her way to the table only to frown adorably as she ran her eyes over the table and-
“This just won’t do,” Dylan said with a sad shake of her head and a heartfelt sigh.
He opened his mouth only to forget how to breathe when she placed the plate overflowing with food onto the table, but that wasn’t what had him struggling not to lose his fucking mind. It was his wife climbing onto his lap and causing the hem of the shirt that looked so much better on her than it ever did on him to rise, teasing him with a glimpse of the soft, pink lips that felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock.
Unable to do anything more than groan, Quinn watched as Dylan plucked the iPad out of his hand before she reached for his belt. She took her time pulling his belt free and let the ends fall aside and-
“Oh, fuck…”
-groaned when she ran her hand over his cock through his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze before reaching for his fly. She unsnapped the button before she carefully worked the zipper down over his straining cock.
She reached inside his pants and wrapped her small, warm hand around his cock, giving it a teasing stroke that had him licking his lips as she pulled him free. He watched in a daze as she slowly ran her fingers over his cock before wrapping her hand around the tip and gave it a gentle squeeze.
God, she was fucking killing him, Quinn thought, watching helplessly as she used her hold to lower his cock as she placed her other hand on his shoulder and-
“That’s better,” Dylan murmured absently with a satisfied sigh as she used her hold on him to lower herself onto his cock. She felt so fucking good, Quinn thought as he placed his hands on her thighs and ran his hands up to her hips while he savored the feeling of his cock sliding into his wife.
Every time was so much better than the last.
