Page 105 of Quinlan

Click.Another hushed sound. A door closes.

Liam’s beat her at her own spying game. He must’ve heard Quinlan and pretended to be asleep.

Tap, tap, tapand she’s at the landing. Quinlan’s slender hands curl around the railing as she leans forward, scoping the first floor.

My eyes narrow, taking in our prey.

Her long blonde locks dangle in front of her. She wears one of the black tank tops we stored in her closet and a pair of black sleep shorts.

Left, then right, her head twists. Searching for us.

She’s so sweet. So naïve to believe that being careful will save her from what’s coming to her.

We’recoming to her.

“Rome.” A soft elbow to my ribs. “Are you watching this?”

Fuck yes, I’m watching this. “What else could I be doing?”

What any sane person could be, when she’s there, the curve of her ass peeking beneath her sleep shorts. We get a better view of it as she descends the stairs, when she tiptoes her way around the first floor.

She’s looking for us in all the wrong places. The obvious ones, like the sofas. A peek into the kitchen. She doesn’t go farther into the living room, though. Doesn’t check out the corner where we’re hiding.

I’m harder than I thought possible.

Another step in our direction, and she’ll see us.

Except she doesn’t. She disappears down the hall.

Clever. She’s after our office where the information she’s desperate for is supposed to be. She’ll find the office, but the answers she wants won’t be there. Not all of them.

We’ll be there.

As if we needed an excuse to have our hands on her, she just delivered it to us on a silver platter.

She’ll be punished for snooping around. For refusing to eat. For being so tempting.

Damien and I exchange a glance. We have just the right punishment for all these transgressions.

“How long are we giving her?” His sapphire eyes are dark.

As dark as I feel. “Two minutes tops.”

He needs her more than Liam does. More than I do.

He’s had Quinlan—while she’s awake—twice without coming. Pleasuring her took precedence. He loves playing with her. Hunting her.

He loves her, period, even though he won’t admit it.

He’ll have her soon. Every second that Damien and I stand here builds anticipation. The painful need curls around my chest. The pressure inside my head grows. My hands hurt with the need to inflict pain.

She’s been there long enough. The wait is over.

“I’m going,” Damien says the same moment my patience snaps.

We stalk forward, our bare feet silencing our steps.

She doesn’t hear us coming. We hear her, though, once we enter the hall. Sifting through our things. Pens, contracts, folders.

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