Page 74 of Crossing Quinn

“You did, but a little wooing would be nice.”

“Wooing commencing.” Quinn was suddenly kissing me like a starving man. All rational thought fled as dozens of phantom hands caressed every inch of my body, sending quivers of heat streaking through me.

Papa’s urgent mental voice broke into my sensual haze. “Do you know where your mother is?”

“She’s at the party.”I smothered a groan as Quinn feasted on my right breast.

“She’s not there and neither is Clio,”Papa bellowed.

I yanked Quinn’s head up. “My mother and Clio are missing.”

“You sure? This is a big place.”

Papa demanded, “Who are you talking to?”

“Quinn.”

“I don’t see you.”

Quinn’s hot tongue circled my ear.

“I’m using the facilities,”I squeaked.

His tone one of outrage, Papa asked, “Why is that Coletti in the restroom with you? Do I need to remind you you’re not twenty-one yet?”

“No, Papa.”

“Come to me now. We need to find your mother before she does something foolish,”Papa ordered.

“We’ll be right there.”I pushed Quinn back. “Duty calls.”

Quinn’s shoulders sagged. “Now?”

He looked so disappointed I couldn’t help smiling. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“With chocolate and my tongue.”

“Deal.”

I tapped my belt. “Deploy without helmet.” My biosuit covered me.

“How much trouble can your mother get into on a secure military base?”

“You would be surprised.”

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