“Fuck,” he groaned when she knelt down in front of him and pressed her lips against the thick tip, knowing how much he liked it.
She took her time teasing him, alternating between gently licking the tip and pulling it between her lips so that she could suck it while Quinn softly moaned. When she wrapped her hand around him, he moaned her name only to groan when she took the tip in her mouth and gently suckled as she worked her hand over him, gently squeezing it with every stroke.
“Come here,” he said, already reaching for her.
He picked her up and placed her on his lap, helping her shift over him as he reached between them and wrapped his hand around his cock, holding steady for her as she slowly lowered onto it, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she felt the tip push between her lips and push inside her.
She’d never be able to get enough of him, Dylan thought, licking her lips as she finished sliding the rest of the way down his cock. He felt so good, she thought as she wrapped her arms around him and began to move as his mouth found hers. She barely finished the first roll of her hips before he was picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
Before her back hit the bed, Quinn was moving, taking her with slow rolls of his hips as he broke off the kiss and began kissing a path to her ear where he whispered how tight she was, how good she felt wrapped around his cock, and just badly he wanted to fuck her every minute of the day, making her moan as she ran her hands over him.
When she moaned his name, Quinn took her mouth in another kiss as he kept moving, taking his time rolling his hips against her as she felt the familiar pleasure that she was addicted to spread throughout her body only to suddenly explode, tearing his name from her lips as he groaned hers.
While they struggled to catch their breath, Quinn moved off her only to pull her into his arms and kissed her forehead.
“Tell me again.”
“I love you,” Dylan murmured with a sleepy little smile playing on her lips as she felt herself drift off only to open her eyes in what felt like minutes later to find herself staring at a note on her pillow and-
Felt her stomach drop when she read the words written across the small piece of paper that destroyed her.
The deal’s off.
CHAPTER 25
She could go to hell, Quinn decided as he sat there, determined to ignore the small woman sitting across the bar from him.
He didn’t fucking need her.
Never did.
This was just a deal, and now, it was over.
It was as simple as that.
He had B.T. Construction and she had Blackwood Manor. They both had everything they’d ever wanted. They would co-parent their baby, live their own lives, and move on like nothing ever happened.
As soon as Blackwood Manor was done, he would focus back on B.T. Construction and Dylan…
She could go to hell.
He didn’t need her and he sure as hell wasn’t going to miss her. Not even a little fucking bit. He wouldn’t miss the way she teased him, the way she sighed his name just before he kissed her, the way that she touched him, or the way that she curled up in his arms at night like it was exactly where she needed to be, Quinn decided as he sat there, doing to his best to ignore the little pain in the ass glare at him and-
Watched as the little brat gave up glaring at him so that she could glare down at her phone as she angrily typed something before glaring back at him seconds before his phone chimed. Sighing heavily, Quinn picked up his phone and-
You’re an asshole.
Since he already knew that, he didn’t bother responding as he finished off his beer and gestured to the bartender to give him another one. He-
Fucking sighed when another chime drew his attention back down to his phone and-
You owe me an explanation.
“Thanks,” Quinn said when the bartender placed a fresh beer in front of him. Picking it up, he took a sip and focused on the highlight reels from yesterday’s game.
“Start talking,” Dylan demanded as she tried to climb onto the bar stool next to him only to grumble, glare, and release a satisfied sigh when she finally managed to climb onto the stool.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Quinn said, not bothering to look at her as he sat there, wondering how long it would be before he stopped feeling numb.
