“From the looks of it, she’s doing well for herself,” she said as Quinn swiped through the designs, his stomach dropping as he took in the “Sold” under each design. “Her plan is to build the houses eventually, but she’s going to need money to pull it off, which is where B.T. Construction comes in.”
“Why tell me?” Quinn asked as she took her phone back.
“I wanted you to know what you got yourself into,” Brooke explained only to end up pursing her lips as she thought it over before shrugging it off as she added, “And I hate you,” before walking away, leaving him standing there as realization slammed into him.
He never loved Jenn because losing her never hurt this much, Quinn thought, swallowing hard as he glanced back at his wife and-
She’d played him so fucking well.
CHAPTER 24
“Tired?” Quinn asked, leaning down to kiss her forehead as she closed her eyes and nearly sighed.
She didn’t want the night to end.
Not yet.
She wanted to savor this one perfect night when he was hers for a little while longer.
“No,” Dylan murmured sleepily, making him chuckle as he reluctantly stopped moving her around the dance floor and took her hand in his, entwining their fingers and gave it a gentle tug that had her reluctantly following across the room to the hotel lobby.
“Where are we going?” she asked when he walked past the doors that would take them to the parking lot and led her to the bank of elevators in front of them.
“It’s a surprise,” Quinn said, moving to press the elevator call button only to lean down and kiss her almost as though he couldn’t quite help himself. He’d been doing that all night, touching her, holding her hand, or just wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her, leaving her to wonder if it was all for the deal or if it was possible that he wanted more.
Without another word, he gave her hand a gentle tug that had her following him onto the elevator a moment later only to moan softly when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her while the elevator slid shut behind them. He took time kissing her, brushing lips against hers in achingly sweet kisses that left her helpless to tell him the one thing that she’d been struggling to keep to herself for the past two months.
“I love you, Quinn,” Dylan whispered against his lips only to swallow hard when he broke the kiss off to look at her, his expression softened as she waited for him to remind her that this was just a deal and-
“I love you, too,” Quinn said, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. “More than anything.”
She opened her mouth only to close it when he whispered, “Close your eyes.”
Releasing a shaky breath, she closed her eyes and stood there for another moment before she heard the elevator doors slide open and felt the gentle tug that had her moving, allowing Quinn to lead her off the elevator.
A moment later, they came to a stop as the sounds of a locking beeping had her swallowing hard before they were moving again and-
“Open your eyes,” Quinn said as he released her hand so that he could pull her back against him and wrap her arms around her.
Not sure what to expect, Dylan opened her eyes only to forget how to breathe as she took in the incredibly beautiful suite from the fireplace next to the garden tub to the king-sized bed illuminated in candlelight.
“When did you do this?” Dylan asked as she took in the white rose petals sprinkled on the bed, the champagne glasses filled with chocolates and the candles spread throughout the room.
“When you were busy helping yourself to my Lucan’s food,” Quinn said, kissing the back of her neck as he reached up and pushed the thin dress straps off her shoulders.
“He really needs to learn how to eat faster,” Dylan said only to moan softly when she felt his lips press against her shoulder.
“Yes, he does,” Quinn murmured softly as he pushed the straps down her arms before reaching between their bodies and slowly pulled the zipper that was holding her dress up, down.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asked, kissing the side of her neck as he pushed her dress down, leaving her in a pair of black panties.
“No,” Dylan said, unable to help but moan when one of his hands covered her breast while the other one slid beneath her panties so that he could tease her.
“What were you and Brooke talking about earlier?” he asked, kissing the side of her neck as he took his time, tracing her slit with his fingertip.
“Blackwood Manor,” Dylan said, closing her eyes as she dropped her head back against his shoulder as the hand covering her breast gently squeezed her breast before focusing on her nipple that was sensitive since she became pregnant.
“What about it?” Quinn asked, sliding his finger between her lips and-
