Page 18 of Frequency of Attraction

So was he. Vadim slipped the phone back in his pocket. “Back to your problem.” He turned Quinn around so her shoulder blades rested against his chest. She was pint-sized, even in her very sexy black patent heels. He leaned down, his breath caressing her ear as one hand slid down her side.

“Do I get to touch you now, Quinn?”

“Where?” she breathed. “I don’t have tattoos.” She didn’t shy away. No, she leaned in. Maybe she wasn’t as timid as he thought.

“I’m going to start with your freckles and end on your curves. I might take some detours in between.”

Vadim grazed the freckles on her shoulders, tracing a pattern down her arms then back up again while Quinn shivered. He moved her hair to the side and connected the freckles on her neck with his thumb. He gripped the front of her throat lightly, tipping her head to the side. That’s when her breathing changed. Her pulse against his fingers made his cock throb. His mouth connected with her neck, her mewl music to his ears. He felt the goosebumps erupt on her skin and knew her nipples would be hard. He brushed a thumb over both to confirm. She was nearly panting now.

Biologically, she should be wet and willing. And Vadim was positive Quinn’s biology was just fine. What she needed was a true partner. Someone who would spend the time to understand her body. Someone who helped her relax, not added to her stress. For now, just for now, that person was him.

He dropped his hand from her neck and instead wandered underneath her dress, lifting one thigh and drawing it to the side. Her shoulder blades dug into his ribs and Vadim had to tighten his grip on her leg to keep her steady. The silky texture of her inner thigh made him harder.

She whispered in French, words he didn’t recognize.

“Detour,” he informed her. “Yes?”

She nodded. With his other hand, he explored the curve of her ass. His fingers splayed out on her hip and slowly followed the crease toward her warm center. He ghosted his fingers across the fabric of her underwear. Satin. He made another pass, pressing harder, stroking her clit as he went.

She sucked in a breath.

“Breathe,” he whispered against her neck.

“I can’t.”

He chuckled. “Quinn, I’m just getting started.”

Vadim knew it could be days or weeks of seduction, compliments, his mouth in her every crevice, teasing, torturing, trying everything. Then, if she came for him, he’d get to fuck Quinn every way he knew how. But first, basics.

She spun around to face him, catching him off guard. His brows pinched together. “What are y—”

Her chin had tipped up like she wanted to kiss him. The only thing not on his list. No, his mouth wasn’t for emotional connection. His mouth only made promises of the carnal kind.

“I want to see you,” she insisted. Her chest still rose and fell with rapidity. Her thumb stroked the length of his cock, mirroring what he’d just done to her.

“This is about you,” he ground out.

“There are two things I’m really good at.” Quinn gripped him hard then, stripping him of breath. “Diffusing crises and giving blowjobs.”

“Let’s hope I only ever need the one.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re clean, right?”

He tipped his chin. “Papers from the doctor are right over there.”

“Let me do this for you.” Vadim could see the plea on her face. “I’ll feel better about the hours and hours you might have to put in for me.”

Hey, if a blowjob fed into her self-confidence, Vadim was all for it. Besides, he couldn’t imagine anything hotter right then than his dick disappearing behind Quinn’s pouty lips.

He spread his hands in the air in a “have it your way” gesture. She smiled, a flirty, confident smile that tightened his balls. He liked a turned-on Quinn.

He stepped out of his sweats and waited for her reaction to his naked body. He wasn’t disappointed. She actually bit her bottom lip as her heated eyes raked down his torso. Growing harder under her gaze, Vadim dropped onto the soft couch. Quinn kicked off her shoes and knelt in front of him, her eyes and hands on fire. She branded his stomach and chest before taking his cock in both hands and pulling it toward her lips.

“Fuck,” he moaned as her hot mouth welcomed him. Vadim had planned on embellishing his reaction for her sake, to add to her confidence, but as Quinn worked him, moving her body like a dancer, giving and taking with her mouth and hands, he didn’t need to fake a goddamn thing. She plunged and sucked and hummed at the perfect pace, and the only thing that could have made the situation sexier is if she’d been naked instead of fully fucking clothed. He shoved in harder to see if she could take it. She did. He kept his hand on the back of her head because he couldn’t reach anything else.

Fuck, this vixen was going to be in so much trouble when he was sated. He couldn’t fucking wait. So he lifted his hips and thrust against her mouth in a matched rhythm. Vadim let himself loose in the feel of Quinn as stars exploded behind his eyes.

She swallowed like a fucking champ. Vadim had no time to be grateful as he stood up and shoved her into the spot he’d just warmed. So much for a slow seduction. She’d literally blown his plan out of the water. Kneeling in front of her, he flipped up her dress to reveal creamy white thighs dusted with freckles. Her panties were pale blue and soaked. He ripped them off and tossed them aside before yanking Quinn closer by the back of her knees. She cried out, but not as loud as when he spread her thighs apart and flattened his tongue against her clit. She swore in French and reached for his hair. He wanted her to love it. She wanted to; he could tell. But even as he licked and sucked, as she moaned and pleaded in French, her thighs stayed tense and her face apprehensive. She couldn’t let go.

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