Page 53 of Frequency of Attraction

Quinn followed his gaze to the door. Federica stood there, tears wetting her cheeks as she took in the sight of a broken Hadrian. A seed of hope bloomed in Quinn’s belly.

“My Rica,” Hadrian breathed.

The lithe Italian beauty glanced at Quinn curiously.

“Quinn. Cousin from the States,” she said in English. She stood and shot a smile at Hadrian. She switched to French. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Time to win her for good, Romeo, with real change.”

He nodded. “Thank you, Quinn.”

“Anytime.”

As Quinn moved to the door, Federica clucked softly and joined Hadrian on the bed. Her hand moved through his sandy hair and she dropped a tender kiss on his forehead. Hadrian gripped her dark, slender wrist and captured her lips.

Quinn turned away, smiling. Outside in the warm Mediterranean sun, she hailed a cab. Hadrian had guessed correctly. She’d be heading back to the hotel to do some work. They had interviews pending with several magazines, both fashion and space, and the Representation in Aerospace gala menu needed last-minute fine-tuning. The event was only a couple of weeks away.

Her phone dinged with a message as the driver ambled down the narrow, winding roads toward the coastal hotel her family always frequented while in Cannes. A video arrived from Vadim with the accompanying message,In case you need some stress release. She hoped it was of him with Mila.

But the video was something else entirely. Quinn thanked God her volume was off. Her heart hammered as she watched Vadim, utterly perfect in every way, pleasure himself to completion. His lips were moving with what she was sure were dirty words meant for her. The second time she watched, her nipples tightened to painful buds and the muscles of her inner walls pulsed erratically. She had trouble swallowing. The first time, she watched his hands. The second, his face. The man was so fucking beautiful. She ached to taste his skin, hard and sculpted and covered in architectural details from his travels. But his honed body paled in comparison to his lust-filled eyes and the lips that parted and pressed as he worked himself.

Quinn could not stop watching. She did not keep from touching herself. In the back of the hired car, she pressed a finger to her clit because he’d want her to.

When she was finally back in her hotel room, she called him on video chat and propped her phone on the pillows on the bed. She hadn’t eaten, she hardly knew what time it was, she needed a shower, but all she cared about was coming apart for Vadim. Now.

“Quinn.”

She moaned. How was hearing her name just as hot as what she’d seen him do?

“How’s your cous—”

“Shut up and let me come for you.” In front of her phone, she yanked off her wrinkled sundress.

His deep, dark chuckle only added to her desire. “You watched my video.”

“More than once.”

His wicked grin did dangerous things to her body.

She ripped away her bra and panties and perched on her knees, legs spread. “Can you see me?”

“I can see you,kiska.”

His gravelly voice stroked her body from thousands of miles away. Quinn explored herself slowly with a single finger. Her orgasm already hovered in sight, stoked by the voyeurism he’d gifted her.

Vadim watched, silent and smiling, as she loved herself. With every circle, Quinn felt both more powerful and more fragile. She chased the light dancing behind her lids. With her eyes on his and her fingers flying, the light refracted into a million pieces. Quinn screamed as she glowed even brighter. When her eyes flew back open, she saw his lascivious grin.

“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck, I wish you were in my lap right now.”

Quinn collapsed on the bed and snatched the phone off the pillow. “That makes two of us, Vadim. You almost killed me with that video.” An aftershock rocked her. “Thank you. You’re right, I needed that.”

“Is your cousin going to be okay?”

“He is, actually. I think his broken heart is on the mend. His perforated stomach lining might take longer, though. How was your day with Mila?”

His smile transformed. “Perfect. I can’t wait to see her again.” He tugged on a lock of hair, a strangely nervous gesture coming from him. “Thank you. I can’t say that enough.”

“Bringing you together was my pleasure. I got to be part of something really special between you two.”

He nodded. “Do me another favor while you’re there.”

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