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The default ringtone from his iPhone sang out, and Quentin pulled the phone out to check the device.

“If you need some privacy, I’ll step out.” Phoebe turned to leave, and Quentin wrapped her back in his embrace.

“How can I help you?” he said, answering his phone. “Send that to my email.” He paused. “Talk to you later.” Disconnecting the call, Quentin slipped the cell phone into his back pocket. “Take a shower with me.”

Phoebe pivoted in his arms. “I thought you would never ask.”

They kissed, and Quentin drew Phoebe over to the shower as he reached out and turned the nozzle. The sting of the water spray rained down, and steam from the heated element began to take shape immediately. Phoebe tugged at Quentin’s shorts, pulling them off without fail, and his erection pitched out at her.

“Jesus Christ,” she said, gawking at the thick muscle as it bounced and prodded her way. Phoebe glanced up at Quentin who held a charming grin on his face.

“You took it all, girl,” he added for good measure.

“Mmmm, did I?” she asked, uncertain.

“Yeah.” He led her into the shower. “You’re going to get your hair wet.”

And for the first time, Phoebe was looking forward to it. She stood under the shower’s spray as Quentin’s gaze ate her up, causing her areolas to stiffen. The water ran down her beautiful face, slender nose, and upturned cheek. It spilled on to her shoulders and flowed over her copious breasts. It cruised the length of her belly, disappearing into her treasure chest.

Quentin stepped into the shower’s spray with her. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“I don’t think you have.”

His forehead creased. “Are you sure?” His hands roamed over her shoulders. “I’m almost certain I’ve said it.”

Phoebe blushed. “So yeah, growing up you’ve told me that a few times, but not in the way that I had always wanted to hear it.”

He pushed his lips tight together and squinted at her.

“Maybe I did tell you in that way, and you just refused to hear it,” he said.

Phoebe squirmed under his prodigious height. “Maybe, you’re right.”

Quentin pulled his lips between his teeth. “Phoebe Alexandria Rose, you are the most beautiful girl in the world.” His mouth fell into hers, and he sucked in her lips. His tongue sank into her mouth, and she sucked his tongue. Heated spikes soared between Quentin and Phoebe, causing a tingling vibration to shutter through them.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as his hands cupped the slick curve of her bottom. Phoebe’s hands slipped up his toned abs, stretching her torso as she leaned into him.

To describe this level of ecstasy for Phoebe was utterly impossible. How long had Phoebe dreamed of this exact moment when she could be open about her feelings for Quentin? It had felt like a lifetime and now that she was here, Phoebe couldn’t have been happier. She hadn’t absolutely dismissed the spoken worries from her brothers, but she would give Quentin the benefit of the doubt.

The only thing Phoebe had witnessed was a gentleman. Sure, he was a little rough around the edges, but it was one of the things that she loved about him. Reveling in the solid warmth of his touch, Phoebe exhaled against his mouth.

“I love the way your lips taste,” she said, and he grinned.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“I love the way your everything tastes,” he said.

Phoebe giggled.

“And I love your laugh,” Quentin continued.

“Mmm, what else?”

“And, I love your spiciness.”

Phoebe laughed out loud, and he placed another firm hold on her derriere. A river of warmth saturated her bones, and she shivered again. Kissing down her face, Quentin lifted Phoebe’s bottom and her legs settled around his waist. With his mouth, he tasted her flesh, neck, chest, then breasts. Sucking in a perky nipple caused a storm of heat to sail throughout Phoebe. She sucked in a breath as the drum of water pounded her back.

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