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“We don’t need them for what I’ve got planned.”

“Oh,” she says as she speed walks next to me.

We pass everyone quickly, maybe a wave here or there, but there’s definitely no room for talking.

We reach the garage, and even though my house is right behind it, waiting isn’t in my plans. I lock the door behind us, grip her hips, and lift her to sit right on the hood of my current project. I can’t think of a better way to have her right now.

“Here?” she asks as slight pink touches her tips.

I nod. “Are you okay with that?”

She bites her lip and nods. I groan.

“Good. Now lift your hips so I can have the dessert I’ve wanted all day.”

As soon as her clothes are off, I place a hand on each of her knees and spread her legs.

This view—hell, it’ll never get old.

“I love the way you look at me,” Quinn whispers, and my gaze flashes up to hers.

“I love the way you shine for me.”

A wicked smile touches her lips, which I take as my cue to get to work.

And I do.

From the first lick to filling her with my cock and hearing her moans echo off the walls.

I work her all night and then again the next morning

Like I said, my time with her is limited.

I plan to spend every single moment of it worshipping her, pleasing her, making her smile, and anything else she’ll let me do.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

QUINN

As soon as I stepped through Brooke’s front door, I knew I was going to have a great night. Which is saying a lot, because the past couple of weeks have been truly mesmerizing. It seems so mundane compared to the life I know, but I wake up with Miles next to me, go to work for a few hours, then Miles and I go to lunch or make lunch at the house followed by dessert together. After, Miles goes back to work while I go see my grandmother, my brother, Natalie, and the twins, or I pop into the coffee shop to visit Brooke and Sadie. When I get home at night, I cook dinner and we just hang out. The moments alone talking and just being together, of course followed by our nights in bed, make me feel like life cannot get better than this.

Well, that was until Sadie told me about girls’ night as I was leaving Sunday breakfast a few days ago. I’ve been invited to many things, but a girls’ night is new for me.

I actually have girls to have one with.

Inside Brooke’s house, there are pizzas on the table, stacks of books, and a bucket of ice that has orange juice and a bottle of Champagne inside.

Wow. They really go all out.

Sadie pokes her head out of the kitchen.

“She’s here,” she announces and joins me in the living room.

I have no idea who would be here. She just said girls’ night at Brooke’s was on Tuesday and to come in when I got here.

I set my purse down just as Natalie and Brooke appear.

“I was starting to think that she wasn’t going to come,” Natalie says as she sips what I can only assume is a mimosa.

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