Page 64 of Lost the Handle

She grimaces, and I hate how disappointed my truth leaves her. I wish I hadn’t slept with anyone, but I had to try to move on. She looks away as she shrugs. “Guys gotta get off. For girls, it’s emotional.”

“That’s bullshit,” I say, angling her jaw so I can bring her gaze back to me. “I tried my fucking hardest to get over you, but anytime I tried, I pretended I was fucking you. I never kissed anyone on the mouth. I never tasted them or fucked them face-to-face, only from behind,” I admit, holding her gaze. I know she doesn’t want to hear this, but I need her to know. “Because sex is emotional for me too, and I wanted no one but you.”

Her eyes widen, but then she’s moaning as I fill her with one thrust. I don’t know who’s louder, her or me, but our moans mingle as I fill her to the hilt. She tangles her legs with mine, her pussy sucking me deep as I continue to stare down at her, knowing that I’ll forever be home when I’m inside her. She reaches up, cupping my cheek as her thumb moves along my pounding pulse. “I’m sorry, Quinn.”

My eyes drift shut as I drop my forehead to hers. I inhale hard, wanting to immerse myself in her scent. She traces my jaw, my lips, my nose, and I’m lost in the feel of her. The feel of being where I belong.

With the woman I love.

“We can’t change the past, but I will do everything to give you the future we both want.”

We stay like that for a long, heated moment, her pussy strangling me as I throb inside her. When her lips glide alongmine, I slant my mouth to cover her, and then I start to move into her slick, hot center. I love how she feels. How she clenches around me and how fucking good it feels when she rakes her nails down my back. My thrusts are slow, sweet, and full of love. I know she feels it too. Her moans are loud, and my name on her lips is a sound I never want to forget. I lick her bottom lip then kiss her nose as I reach down to grab her thigh. I hook her leg over my hip, and the angle causes a new moan to leave her lips.

“Quinn…”

“I got you, baby,” I say against her lips, kissing her twice as I thrust hard into her. “But I need you to come on my cock.”

She gasps as I sit up on my haunches, bringing her closer so that her ass is against my thighs. I know her body like my own and know exactly what to do to get her to come, but I can’t help tracing my thumb along my name. Her breath catches, and our eyes meet in a heated embrace full of so much affection, I ache. I have no clue what is going to happen, but one thing is for sure, I can’t live another second without her. I don’t want to think of how I’m going to give her the future I just promised. I don’t want to think of anything right now but the woman I love.

I slide my fingers along her pussy, almost coming at the sight of her stretched around me, to her clit, and I work her into a frenzy as I continue to thrust into her. “That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. Show me how much my pussy missed me.”

“Quinn, faster,” she mewls, her back arching. “God, I missed your huge cock.”

“Fuck,” I growl as I work her over, thrusting just as quickly. Our bodies slap together, the sounds lewd, but fuck, if it doesn’t turn me on more. I feel my balls pulling up. “Come, Em,” I command. “Fucking come for me. Fuck.”

She clutches me with her release, sucking me into her, screaming my name as I come deep inside her. I thrust again, filling her with my come as a shiver runs down my spine. I feellight-headed, so spent, I want to lie down with her in my arms for the next week. I pull out slowly, then thrust again as she cries out, her pussy squeezing me tight. I’m gripping her thigh so tightly, I worry I’ve marked her. But then again, she has my name on her body, so I doubt she’d mind some bruises I’ve caused.

I cover her body with mine, falling to her side before I gather her close, my cock sliding out of her as she adjusts into my chest. I brush her hair out of her eyes, grazing her cheeks with my knuckles as our eyes meet. She clasps her hands beneath her jaw and tips her head back for me to kiss her. So, I kiss her. Our lips move together in such a lazy, familiar way that I can’t help but feel somewhat overwhelmed.

When she tears her lips from mine, our eyes meet once more, and she smiles. I smile back, and I know my grin will never falter when she whispers, “I love you, Quinn.”

I wrap my arms around her tighter, kissing her top lip. “I love you too.”

As we cuddle close, I know I shouldn’t be letting my mind wander, but it does.

Truly, what the fuck am I going to do?

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Emery

“I need to admit something.”

My whole body is vibrating with excitement and palpable lust for the man who is plastered to my body. He feels so right, and I hate that I thought I didn’t need him. I feel like I’m about to explode with how many emotions are warring within me. I have wanted to connect with him like this since I left him all those years ago. But being in his place, so close, only a bathroom separating us… Yeah, I’m surprised we lasted this long. Or he did. I’ve been jonesing for some Quinn Adler and would have given it up on day one.

Slutty? Yes. Do I care? Not at all.

I nuzzle into him, inhaling his sultry scent, and I can’t believe I forgot how big he is compared to me. Not only in height, but I forgot the ache that comes from being rammed by him. It’s the kind of sore I never want to go away. I want the constant reminder of how wide he stretches me and how his hips dig into my thighs.

It’s delicious in all the best ways.

My fingers trace the A-D-L-E-R along his chest as his nose moves through my hair. Quinn’s lips brush against my ear as he asks, “Did you hack my account to get my banking information so you could deposit all that money from EMQUINNY?”

I smirk. “Duh, it was so easy. But also, that’s how I got started building firewalls and personalized encryption to protect the assets of different companies.”

He chuckles. “No shit?”

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