Page 66 of Lost the Handle

I smile even though he can’t see and wait for him to continue. He doesn’t. Instead, he says, “So, back to what you need to admit. I know you secretly bought the Bugatti because you knew it was my dream car.”

I snort. “Absolutely. That thing is scary as hell.”

His laughter is loud as he grins. “I can’t with you.”

“I knew it’d get your attention.”

He squeezes my butt cheek. “Not as much as this ass does.”

I giggle as he pulls at my cheek, gripping it tightly and causing me to arch into his hip bone. The motion sends pleasure coursing through my body as I moan. “Quinn,” I whine, and his laughter is intoxicating. “I tried showing off my ass in that skirt, and you told me you didn’t love me.”

“Because I knew I was in big trouble when this ass was in sight.”

“And here we are.”

“Here we are,” he agrees, kissing my temple.

I grin widely and I almost ask, but I don’t want to ruin all this. I know we’ll argue about her, but what if we don’t? What if this means he’s left her? Excitement bubbles in my chest, but I have a nagging feeling that’s not the case. I think he’s in deep, and I have to tread carefully with how to throw him a lifeline.Quinn is a proud man. He wants to add value to his family, and whatever he got himself into is deep. The fact that his family doesn’t know blows me away. I think he’s embarrassed about what he’s done, and I want to know why the hell he let this happen. He’s not dumb; he’s brilliant. Though, Owen and Evan do say he’s book-smart but not street-smart. I’m both. Duh. Well…besides my little mistake with pushing him away, but we’re moving forward.

We’d better be moving forward.

I’m so lost in my thoughts that when he rolls me onto my back, I can only let out a strangled cry in surprise. “Jesus!”

He chuckles, pressing his hips into mine as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He settles against me, and I can feel his thick cock throbbing against my already wet pussy. He trails his hands up my ribs, under the curve of my breasts, before lifting his weight off me and leaning on his forearms. I tangle my legs with his again as I reach up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. I trace his jaw, and his lips curve up in a grin of so much love. For me. All for me.

“Tell me your admission, lovebug.”

I search his eyes, and I’m almost too scared to tell him. That’s insane, though. It’s Quinn. He said he wants me. “You know that time we had sex at Grandma and Grandpa’s?”

He waggles his brows, a lopsided grin on his face. “We’ll need to narrow it down to a date.”

I snort. “The first time.”

His eyes darken, his lids falling a bit as he gazes down at me. “You mean April 13th? It was a Tuesday, at 2:33 a.m.”

I can’t help but snort as he grins. “Such a dork, but yes.”

“Yeah, baby. How could I ever forget that?”

My heart is beating in overdrive, slamming into my chest as I gaze up at him. Gone is the restraint, the invisible veil of miserythat I swear Ava dropped over his head. Now, he’s looking at me like my Quinn would. Like I’m all he sees.

I swallow hard, but then my lips curve a bit. “You were my first.”

He narrows his gaze, then tilts his head. “What? No way. You told me you had done it a bunch.”

“Because I wanted you to think I knew what I was doing. I just watched a lot of porn.”

I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead, his eyes narrow even more. “But you didn’t bleed.”

“I busted my hymen when I was eleven when I thought I wanted to be a gymnast. I cracked my pussy on that beam and never went back.”

His jaw drops a bit. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious. Why do you think I never told you who I was with?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to go after them.”

I snort, cocking a brow. “You would have?”

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