Page 52 of Wicked S.O.B.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he demands.

“That I’m greedy when it comes to you. I want everything. A hundred times. At once.”

He takes that last, vital step and offers his body to me. “Take it. It’s yours.”

My ravenous hands brace at his waist, and I dip my head to drop an openmouthed kiss on the skin above his navel. His muscles jerk and ripple. I bring my teeth into play at the taut skin of his groin and the breath punches out of his lungs.

An instant later, his hands are attacking me too. The teddy rips, and he helps it along by tearing it apart. My panties meet the same fate. Meanwhile, I dip my head to that final glorious destination and slide my wet tongue over his magnificent length.

“Jesus. Do that again. Please,” he begs.

I repeat the action. His guttural moan blends in with a groan from the TV. My gaze shifts and I see Q on the screen with his head between my legs. The sight is so erotic that I’m momentarily captivated by it. Q angles his body, and we both watch our on-screen selves.

“Do you like seeing yourself like that?” he asks.

I would never have thought so in a million years before today. But watching us like that turns me so wet. “Yes,” I gasp around the head of his cock.

“God, me too. You’re so beautiful. Suck me, Lucky.”

I suck and lick and nip until, with a pained grunt, he catches me by the waist and flings me onto the bed. The sight of him prowling over me delivers a surge of heady sensation to my drowning senses. My legs are parting long before he settles his big, sleek body between them.

“Do you have any idea how I’ve craved you this past week? I’ve been off-my-head sick over you.”

I take his masked face in my hands and look deep into his eyes. “I’m sorry. But I’m ready to start again. Love me. Fuck me.”

My plea pulls a sound from his soul that will stay with me forever. With one powerful thrust, we’re joined in the most primitive of ways. His eyes sear into me, telling me everything his body is straining to do. I wrap my legs tight around him and pull him deeper into me.

“I love you, Lucky,” he tells me in that electric voice that brands the words into me.

“I love you, Q,” I respond, my thumb tracing lovingly over his lips as he slides excruciatingly deep into me.

We fuck like that. Slow. Deep. Eyes devouring each other.

When our breathing starts to speed up, he reaches into his mouth and pulls out the thin wire of the voice distorter. Still keeping his eyes on mine, he drags off the mask and tosses it away, and my vision is filled with his perfect face. His naked emotion.

“I love you, Elyse.”

“I love you, too, Quinn. With everything that I am.”

A bright sheen mists his eyes. Or maybe it’s mine that fill. I don’t know, and I don’t care. We fuck. We weep for the past. We promise our hearts and souls to the future. And in that beautifully decadent room on Kiawah Island, we’re reborn.

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Quinn

Being with Elyse has taught me that there are different levels of fear. Different levels of ecstasy. Different levels of love.

Of course, with her, my dial is always set to Crazy-High.

So, of course, I’m crazy with love and terrified out of my head five hours later when I take her down to the beach and walk her across the sand to the other property on Kiawah Island.

The sun is still high in the sky, and it frames the house perfectly.

Her breath catches, and she pulls me to a stop. “This is where you were born, isn’t it?”

I nod. We stare at the plantation house that’s been in my mother’s family for generations. The place where I experienced the highest highs and lowest lows of my life. I swallow hard and tug on her hand. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

The smile that suffuses her face tells me I’m learning. I’m getting some things right. I intend to get a whole lot more right.

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