Page 104 of Dust to Dust

“But you just tasted me.”

“I’m starving for you.”

When I brought my hand to his lips, his tongue darted out to lick my fingers before he sucked them into his mouth. “Just as I thought. You still taste amazing.”

“You do, too,” I murmured, before I took him back into my mouth, grazing him lightly with my teeth.

Quinn began to lift his hips, thrusting his cock further into my mouth. My eyes watered when he bumped the back of my throat. “Is that okay, Little Dove?”

I hummed my acceptance around his cock. I could tell from the way his hands tensed at his sides that he wanted to bring them to my head. But he was worried about hurting my neck. I knew when I was healed he would fuck my mouth with no restraint.

Until then, I would take what he gave me as long as it meant we could be together. After a few more thrusts, Quinn began tensing up. “Oh fuck…oh yes!”

He arched his hips and tried to pull away from me, but I held his thighs. I wanted all of him tonight. When he came in my mouth, I continued sucking him until I swallowed all of him down.

After I let him fall free from my mouth, Quinn dragged me up to his chest to wrap his arms around him. “That was amazing. You are amazing.”

I grinned at him. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I fucking loved it.”

As his hand snaked down my stomach, I reached out and stopped him. “I can’t take one more orgasm until I get some sleep.”

He laughed. “All right, Little Dove. Get some beauty sleep because when I wake up in the morning, I’m planning on fucking your brains out again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I drowsily murmured.

Completely spent from the sex and stuffed from the food, it wasn’t too long before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Quinn

As I sat with Isla at the bar, I couldn’t help reflecting what a lucky bastard I was to have such a beautiful and kind woman at my side. Since she was still healing, Isla had yet to return to work. Although Dr. Feany had cleared her for activities a week after the incident, I’d insisted she take another week considering the aerobatics she did on the pole.

The first few nights of not seeing her at the club was torture. That’s when I asked her to come stay with me while I was at work. She did her coursework while I took care of club business. We had dinner delivered and pretended as best we could that our arrangement was normal dating.

Tonight we’d come downstairs to find the club empty. I’d gone to pour myself a whiskey for the road when Isla had climbed up on one of the bar stools. With a teasing smile, she said, “Hit me with one those too, bartender.”

I snorted. “You hated the taste, remember?”

“I know. But I feel I need to like Irish whiskey if I’m going to date an Irish man.”

Reluctantly, I poured her a glass. To my surprise, she downed it in one gulp. “That wasn’t meant to be a shot.”

After shuddering violently, she croaked, “Delicious.”

“You’re full of shite.”

“I’m always about new experiences.” She tilted her head at me. “What about you? Do you ever do anything spontaneous?”

Maura’s words came back to me when she broke things off. How I was too staid and too rigid. “In my line of work, I’m not afforded the pleasure of spontaneity.”

“I’m not talking about work. I’m talking about right here and right now between us.”

“You want me to be spontaneous?”

“Mm, hmm.”

I furrowed my brows at her. “By doing what?”

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