Page 41 of Frequency of Attraction

When she finally quieted, Vadim allowed himself three more full strokes in her throbbing, tight body before pulling out and spilling onto her stomach in the most intense orgasm in memory. He did not know if she was protected in that way.

He also didn’t know if his rigid cock would come down even after that monstrous orgasm. Quinn finally coming apart, touching herself and finding his cock an absolute necessity, had been the hottest thing he’d ever seen. And now his suspicions had been confirmed.

Quinn wasn’t one to close her eyes in ecstasy. No, she was always with him no matter which angle he pleasured her in or how high she soared. She’d twist and turn to make sure she could keep her eyes on the action. On him.

Quinn liked to watch.

Based on that suspicion, he’d given her a show. Vadim had also banked on her crying jag relaxing her enough to get there. His plan had worked spectacularly. Now they just needed to repeat the outcome, minus the tears.

He grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and gently wiped her stomach clean. Like the rest of her, Quinn’s stomach had intriguing curves and scores of freckles. Flushed from exertion and pleasure, she glowed like a goddess.

She hadn’t moved. She’d only blinked and muttered, an incoherent mix of English and French. “Vadim?”

He hiked his sweats back up to his hips. “Yeah?”

“You did it. You fixed me.Merci.”

He shook his head. “You fixed yourself. You relaxed. You allowed yourself to acknowledge what you like. And we’re not done yet.”

She raised a blonde eyebrow.

He chuckled. “For tonight, yes. In general, no. We need to try for multiples next.”

“Don’t get greedy.” She gave him a sleepy grin that lightened his heart more than it had any right to. He had real problems to face—fainting in a damn plane, his asshole brother, his missing daughter—but at least one issue had fallen off the list.

Vadim sat next to her on the couch, studying Quinn’s recumbent form. He couldn’t stop himself from tracing her outline. Down her neck and shoulder his finger trailed. Then he explored the curve of her breast, down her waist and hip. Quinn had fucking brought it tonight. She’d showed up ready, willing, wanting to please them both. “Quinn?”

“Mm?”

“The lingerie was fucking perfect.”

Her sleepy, satisfied chuckle echoed in his mind for the rest of the weekend.

Vadim dressed with care on Tuesday. From the way Quinn described it, the whole town of Victory had been invited out to OrbitAll for this Ask an Astronaut thing she’d organized. So many people, in fact, they had to hold it press conference style on the airstrip. Chairs and tents had been rented. They’d rolled Stratos out for the atmosphere of it.

The hangar was bustling when he arrived. He’d started parking next to Tate so the man could see what a real car was supposed to look like. Though, secretly, he itched to drive Tate’s Mustang. It was louder than his GT3, though not as sexy.

He didn’t even make it inside before Quinn appeared in front of him, small hands full of wires. Her hazel gaze swept him from head to toe.

“I know.” He smirked at her.

She rolled her eyes, but not before imbibing the straining fabric on his chest one more time. She reached for his collar and clipped on a small mic. Vadim suspected she took more time smoothing the collar back down than she needed to.

“Didn’t get enough last night?”

Her mouth dropped open. “Ta gueule!What if your mic had been on?” she hissed.

He chuckled. He loved when she cursed at him in French.

Quinn hadn’t been able to come the night before, but Vadim wasn’t worried. He’d expected a setback. She’d put too much pressure on herself after their first success. He also expected that to change once she saw what he had planned for them the next time she was at his place.

The night before, for the first time, Vadim had asked her to stay for a bit afterward. For more than two hours, they’d just talked. He’d told her about his sister and growing up in Russia. She’d talked about Paris and how she missed the smells. She’d told him about her wish to expand the Geier Group’s philanthropy efforts. She mentioned a family curse, something about not being able to find love. She was worried about Tate. He and Rosie were not finding their way back to each other like she thought they might. As always, she had been focused on others.

“Remember,” she said, tone businesslike, “answer honestly, but only share as much as you’re comfortable with. Vulnerability is how you get people on your side.” She smoothed his collar one more time and clipped the transmitter on his belt. “You’re an interesting, incredible man. It’s time this town knew you.”

Interesting and incredible?

“Now I need to find Harvey and remind him that his Navy stories tend to go too long.” She glanced back over her shoulder as she scurried away. “Thanks for doing this.”

---