Page 83 of No Place Like Home

“Just sex, right?” I tried to clarify, but it came out like a question instead.

Quincy got up and started to make his way toward me. “Yeah. Unless you’re scared you’ll fall in love with me or something.”

I scoffed. “Love doesn’t exist.”

“And that’s why you’re perfect.”

I had never been called perfect before. Perfection was another illusion humans liked to cling to, but hearing it from him felt nice.

“Okay, then yes,” I barely managed to say when he was already crowding me.

My back hit the door. I thought his hand was going to my waist, but instead, it went to the lock.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“Making sure no one walks in,” he said confidently.

My heart started to beat faster. My palms got sweaty, and by now, I was sure I didn’t have a heart condition, but these irrational reactions were because of Quincy.

“We can’t do anything here.”

I put my hand on his chest, and I felt his heart beating as fast as mine. They were almost in sync.

“Go put on those glasses, Jess,” he said hoarsely.

“Why?” I said as he turned us around and began to walk me to my desk.

“Because I’m about to fuck you while you’re wearing them.”

It was a bold statement, and I felt that at my core. With shaky hands, I picked them up and threw them on. Quincy licked his lips, but instead of pouncing at me like I thought he would, he went to the windows and closed the curtains.

Fuck. How did I forget about them? I’d been about to show the whole parking lot my goods.

“A little confident, aren’t we?” My throat was a bit dry as he returned to the desk. It was too late to run now.

“Come on, Jess. Live a little.”

It was those words that gave me some confidence to keep going. I stayed still until he was behind me.

“Um, what are we doing?”

I was trying to stall, and based on the look he was giving me, he wouldn’t let me.

“You’re going to hold on to the desk,” he said as he began to push me down so I could access the desk edge easier. “And we are going to fuck.”

His hands came to my waist, and I closed my eyes because I couldn’t believe that what was happening right now was happening tome. I shivered the moment those strong hands touched me. Even more so when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my leggings.

At his leisure, he slid the material down my thighs. I kept my eyes closed. This was a new experience, and if I shut off one of my senses, it would be harder to remember. I told myself this, but I knew it was a lie. My sense of smell was taking in his cologne and the scent of impending sex in the air.

Quincy made it all worse when he put his face in the crook of my neck, and I felt his hot breath graze my skin. His lips kissed my jaw, and then he angled his face so he could whisper in my ear.

“You look a little flushed,Jessamine.”

A shiver worked its way down my spine when he said my full name. He wielded a name I had despised as a weapon, and every time he did, I hated it a little less. My tan skin didn’t blush easy, which made it all the more embarrassing when he pointed it out. I was about to say something when he pulled my panties down.

“Fuck,” I hissed as two fingers slid inside me.

My hands gripped the edge of the desk. It felt so good.

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