Page 73 of Crossing Quinn

“Good.” He pressed his mouth to my folds and licked and sucked.

Flames spread like wildfire throughout my body. “Oh Goddess. That. That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t plan to, darlin’.” He nibbled on my nub, creating an exquisite torment that was almost too much to bear.

A moan broke from me, and I grabbed his warrior braids. “I need. I need you inside me. Now!”

“Yes, my lady.”

I jumped about a foot when tentacles tickled my pussy. I looked down. He still had his battle suit on. “What was that?”

“My psychic joy toys.”

The vibrating joy toys pulsated up my channel, electrifying every nerve ending. I squirmed as they slid all the way home and vibrated rapidly. The world exploded around me, and a scream of ecstasy tore from me. I sagged back against the bed, struggling to get my swirling senses under control. Which was hard to do with Quinn lapping at my juices.

“God, you taste good.” Quinn lifted his head from between my legs. “Better than chocolate.”

Tremor after tremor shook me. “I really, really like your joy toys, and you have a very talented tongue.” My toes curled as he sucked my nub between his teeth.

Quinn’s head snapped up. “Shit!”

I bolted upright. “What’s wrong? Is it Zarek?”

“Worse. Uncle Saul is here.” He yanked me off the bed.

I landed on top of Quinn, and he tried to stuff me under the bed. I smacked him. “I don’t fit. Just teleport us out of here.”

“No time.”

Maybe Quinn was drunker than I thought. “What do you mean no time? Teleporting takes like thirty seconds.”

“Shhhh! They’re coming this way.”

“They?”

The door slammed into the wall. Uncle Saul and a woman stumbled into the room, tearing at each other’s clothing. I blinked in disbelief. “Isn’t that General Douglas?”

“It is. My uncle is a randy old goat.”

Uncle Saul was practically eating her, and the way General Douglas was moaning, I was sure there was some joy toy action going on.

General Douglas’s bra fell off, and her generous breasts swung free. Uncle Saul’s mouth latched on to her left breast as he guided her toward the bed.

My eyes bugged when Uncle Saul shoved his hand up her skirt. Ugh. I did not need to see this. “We should leave. Now.”

“Yeah, before it gets awkward.”

“It passed awkward two minutes ago.”

With a goofy grin, Quinn wrapped his arms around me. There was a flash of blackness, and we were in a supply room.

“Why do I have a feeling you’ve done this before?”

Quinn shrugged. “Practice makes perfect.”

“Not big on romance, are you?”

“I brought you chocolate,” Quinn protested.

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