Page 124 of No Place Like Home

His body got tense. “Are you going to run?”

When I shook my head, I could feel him relax again.

We stayed that way for a little while longer. I knew Quinn would be waking up soon. Somehow, I trusted Simba was taking good care of her. Look at me, trusting that damn dog with my child—our child.

“Did you miss me?” Quincy asked after a little bit.

“Shouldn't that have been something you asked me before you attacked me?” I bit out playfully.

The arms that had been wrapped around me let me go, and the heat was gone in an instant. Quincy flipped me so I was lying flat on the couch, and he was hovering above me.

“I barely got my hands on you, and you went wild for me,” he rasped out in a sexy tone.

If we didn’t cool it, we would end up right in the same place as last night.

“Did you miss me?” I countered because I was feeling a bit embarrassed.

His chest rose and fell, and it was unfair because he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and it was hard to concentrate. He moved us again, this time him sitting down with me straddling him.

“Every. Fucking. Day.”

I licked my lips.

He grew harder.

Without thinking it through, I leaned to kiss him, just because I knew I could. It was such a liberating feeling. He instantly kissed me back as his arms wrapped around me. My mouth opened up to him and my arms wrapped around his neck.

He growled.

He flipped us once more so I was under him. And my legs went around him.

“Fuck,”he hissed as he looked down at me.

He was leaning down to kiss me when his front door burst open.

“OHMYGOD!” a mortified Emma yelled.

“Oh, shit,” I hissed as I burrowed my head in the crook of Quincy’s neck.

He wasn’t saying anything, but then I felt his body begin to shake.

“Nothing is going on,” I said as I tried to push Quincy off me.

“I saw nothing,” Emma said.

Just then, I heard a cry.

“Mommy.”

That snapped me out of it. With strength I didn’t know I had, I pushed Quincy off me—or maybe he let me. Emma looked at me, and we both blushed. It was obvious I was wearing the shirt Quincy was missing.

Without another word, I toward the room. When I made it to the stairs, Quinn and Simba were already waiting. I could already tell they would be partners in crime, which warmed something in me.

Rushing up the stairs, I took her in my arms. Since I didn’t have my pants and didn’t want to go downstairs with Emma just in a shirt, I headed for Quincy’s room.

“Bed so big, mama,” Quinny said.

“I know, but it's so comfy, right?”

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