Page 27 of Wicked S.O.B.

“No?”

“I swore that if I ever got you back, if I was ever given the privilege of having you in my life again, I would die before I let another human being hurt a hair on your head.”

I’m thankful he’s behind me. That those incisive eyes can’t see the guilt I’m sure is naked on my face.

“I…”

“That’s a promise I intend to keep for as long as time will let us.”

Wait…something about that doesn’t sound right. I start to turn around. His hands shackle my waist, and he lifts me onto the table like I weigh nothing. The move surprises me enough to shatter my train of thought. And from my elevated height, I have a clear, uncensored view of his every emotion as he stares up at me. From the first, he’s had the ability to tilt my world on its axis, but the naked emotion I see in his face now, the arousal and pain and worship and need, throws me into another dimension.

But even as I struggle to find the right words to respond, he’s morphing, a chameleon slipping back into his perfect skin. Between one blink and the next, he’s the powerful real estate mogul, and I his decadent morsel. When I’m steady enough on my feet, he lets go and steps back.

“Get down on your knees, Elly. Face my chair.”

I don’t hesitate. The glass greets my knees as I sink onto it and rest my hands on my thighs. The mild shock of my heated body against the cool surface draws goose bumps and puckers my nipples. Quinn’s gaze drops, and he takes a sizzling note of it. The huge bulge behind his fly visibly shifts, and his jaw grits before he turns away and returns to his seat. He helps himself to more pasta and bread.

For a full five minutes, he doesn’t speak. Or look up as he eats. When he’s done, he places the silverware at a precise angle before he picks up his wineglass.

Only then does his eerily hypnotizing gaze lift to snare mine.

“So my eager little Elly who wantseverything…Where shall we start?”

“Wherever you want.”

“So accommodating. Okay, if memory serves, I wasn’t the only one caught in that torrid little spell you wove around me the last time you were here.”

“No.”

“Ah, so you harbored a shameless little secret of your own?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Tell me.”

“I…I wanted you to fuck me.”

“I guessed that much. But there are so many levels of insanity and I’m craving specifics. So…how badly did you want it while you were sitting at my table with your hands neatly folded and your legs primly crossed?” His voice is almost a bored rumble but his eyes are on fire.

A rush of heat stains my cheeks. “Bad. It was really bad. Talking to you, being you with…made me ache. And…wet.”

“And did you walk around with it all day or did you take care of it?”

My whole body is on fire from the memories. “I tried to take care of it once.”

“How?”

“I locked myself in the ladies’ room cubicle once, and I almost touched myself.”

One sleek eyebrow lifts. “Almost?”

I nod.

“Why almost?”

“I…It didn’t feel right. Not with Q…in my life too. But I also wanted…more than just my fingers.”

That draws a hint of a smile from him. “My gorgeous, loyal Elly. Well, there’s no need to deny yourself now, is there?”

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