Page 34 of Frequency of Attraction

She just needed to remember that feelings weren’t part of the Vadim-plus-Quinn-equals-orgasm equation. She should tattoo it on her skin.

“Quinn.”

She let out a shriek. Her eyes flew to the door, where Vadim stood, looking stupidly sexy and cavalier. That was not sweet, cool relief flooding through her system. No, it was not. She wondered if he purposely crossed his arms like that to make his muscles look bigger.

“You left the bar.”

“I wasn’t hungry anymore,” she replied. Hopefully he couldn’t hear her stomach growling.

He prowled into her office and instead of taking a seat in any one of the six chairs, he perched on the edge of the desk right next to her.

She tipped her chin up to glare at him.

“Trav was disappointed to see you go. He wants you.”

Quinn frowned. Trav had admitted that to Vadim? “Even I figured that out.”

Vadim’s eyes raked her face. For once, he wasn’t smirking. “Are you interested?”

“Maybe,” she lied. “I mean, Trav does give me what I want.” Like spicy avocado ranch and extra pickles.

“And I don’t?” His blue eyes sparked.

Quinn swallowed. She shouldn’t have goaded a man this intense.

He leaned closer. “You’re not interested in him. I’m the one who makes you moan. I make you wet. I make your body sing. And I will make you come.”

Wet, indeed. Except her mouth, which had gone dry. But he was being a bully.

“You know what? I take back what I said about you being soft.” Quinn might have slipped a little too far past the line that existed between her and Vadim, but she was firmly back on the other side now. She’d been reminded by the woman in tight scrubs. “Why are you here? You could have stayed with thetarteat the bar. She looked like a good time.”

“She’s not atarte, and I don’t sleep with every woman I meet, you know.”

“Clearly,” she snapped.

He moved quicker than she thought possible for a man his size. He lifted her out of her chair and onto the edge of the desk like she weighed nothing, his arms bracing on either side. His face was inches from hers and he looked wild. “You want to fuck me, Quinn?”

She had to steady her breath before answering. “Obviously.”

His mouth twitched.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she challenged. “You have me naked three nights a week and you’ve still never—”

His teeth latching on to her neck stopped her diatribe. She gasped and arched into him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He groaned and hoisted her up into his arms. Still locked on her neck, he pushed Quinn against the wall behind them. His cock ground into her core and her body filled with a new kind of fire. Vadim seemed out of control, like in her fantasies.

He was right. She could never be interested in anyone else when every mote of stardust in her body vibrated on his frequency. At least for now, Quinn belonged only to Vadim.

She let him ravage her neck, not caring if he left marks. She owned lots of scarves. Then his eyes were on hers and his breath brushed her lips. Quinn blinked rapidly, startled. He gave a hard grind of his hips and she whimpered, shifting in his arms. On purpose or accident, their lips crashed together. He yanked back as if burned. But then his mouth was on hers once more.

His tongue against hers ignited every cell in her body. She wanted him naked, thrusting, incoherent with need, his tongue everywhere at once. But kissing him was nearly as good. Each of his deep hums blasted lightning through her veins. With a tug of her bottom lip, he broke off their kiss and let Quinn slide to the ground. He turned her around so she faced the wall. Then he flipped up her form-fitting dress and slid his hands up her thighs.

“V,” she warned. She’d hinted that she was on her monthlies.

“I’ll be careful,” he muttered against her neck.

Part of her wished he wouldn’t be. Part of her wanted him to devour her like a black hole swallowed light.

His fingers stayed on the outside of her underwear but they were no less insistent. Or effective. With one of his huge hands on the wall next to her head and the other teasing her clit, Quinn’s legs were shaking within minutes. She worked her nipple while he whispered dirty things in French. His hard cock against her ass was almost too much.

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