Page 53 of Conquering Oz

Yes!Earth-shattering, mind-blowing, and the best she’d ever had. And something more. Protected? She felt safe with him from the first night when he ordered Dalton to take his hands off her. Then having security watch her table at the club. Even on their date, he stayed close when they were walking through the parking lot. It was Oz who insisted on walking her to her door even though the car was parked fifteen feet away. And they’d had a connection. It was in the way he’d looked at her, touched her. He made her feel as if she was the only person in the room, and he was intently listening when she spoke.

“I don’t know, I just felt a connection.”

Madalyn burst out laughing. “Well yeah, it sounds like you twoconnected.”

Elodie smirked, shaking her head. “You know what I mean. It was just different. He’s the first man I’ve been with that after the sex I wasn’t looking for an exit plan.”

“Well, could you? Weren’t you handcuffed?”

Elodie groaned. “I’m not going to share anything with you if you keep bringing it up at the worst times.”

“Elle, I’m jealous. You’ve got a guy tying you to the bed, meanwhile at casa Reynolds, I can’t get my man to fuck me.” There was a long stretch of silence then a soft hum. “Hmmm, doyou think Chris would handcuff me to the bed? ’Cause I’m not gonna lie, it sounds kinda hot.”

It was very hot, and sexy, and all of his domineering traits had hit her hard. Elodie’d had adventurous sex in the past. Or so she’d thought. But nothing like with Oz. He’d been in control the entire night, and while she was a little embarrassed to admit it, she got off on it. It was a release of not only power but responsibility.

She’d carried so much on her own shoulders for so long, it was a welcome relief for him to come in and take care of her needs.And fuck, he did!

“I hate that I’m obsessing over this.” Elodie groaned, looking at her plate once again. Why make such a kind gesture if he had no plans of seeing her again? It didn’t make sense.

That’s a fucking asshole!

“Well, look at it this way. There are worse things to obsess over than mind-blowing sex. At least it distracted you from Julian and his bullshit lawsuit.”

Well, it had. Until her best friend brought it up. She had a mediation court date in another week, which she wasn’t prepared for. While her lawyer seemed nice enough, and she could afford him, he didn’t seem very confident in her or the case. To make matters worse, Julian had been calling her several times a day since the confrontation at the X-Lounge. Elodie ignored them but grew increasingly aggravated, which only added to her stress.

I just need a fucking break!

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The last seventy-two hours had been hectic, to say the least. Oz had personally met with the deputy, alongside Nash and Ace. He hadn’t been able to provide more information in their quest to find Karl. It seemed he was hiding out. He said he’dstay in direct contact with the deputy, but Oz had the sneaking suspicion Karl was officially on the run.

Oz’s car pulled up in front of the familiar house. He didn’t wait for security to open the door. He got out and walked up the massive grand staircase. Obnoxious. Oz had expensive taste, but Rogue’s was on another level. Classy was not part of his brother’s make up.

He didn’t bother knocking, and walked inside. Rogue knew to expect him, and he’d noticed Trey’s car parked out front. Oz was careful to keep his brothers out of the meeting since it involved Killcreek. They were already dealing with enough. He didn’t need the added stress of Rogue and Ace in the same room.

Oz was a few feet inside the foyer when he glanced over to see a shadow near the living room. Quinn walked down the hallway and looked up. Her eyes widened, and she dropped her chin to her chest. She quickly tried to retreat through the doorway. Oz narrowed his gaze, sighing. This was a ritual since Quinn had joined the family, and Oz had reached his limit with her.

“Quinn,” Oz said, and he watched her poke her head out through the opening. She offered a jittery smile and an awkward wave. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed this was who Rogue chose to settle down with. It wasn’t a dig at Quinn. If anything, it was geared more as an insult to Rogue. Two people couldn’t be any more opposite than his brother and his new bride.

“Oh hey, I didn’t see you,” she said, creeping slowly into the foyer. Quinn kept her distance at about fifteen feet away. She dug her hands into her back pockets and shifted on her heels.

Bullshit.

“No?” He arched his brow. “Even after making direct eye contact, you didn’t see me?”

Oz didn’t bother waiting for an answer. He lifted his hand and curled his finger, calling her closer. Quinn’s steps were slow and cautious.

“Come with me,” he said and walked into the living room. He had no doubt she would follow but keep a safe distance. He sat on the couch and looked up at her. When she reached the edge of the opposite couch, he pointed to it. Without hesitation she sat down, tucking her hands underneath her thighs.

Quinn was always nervous in his presence. Oz understood. For a short while, he’d given her reason not to trust him. But they’d moved beyond that. Or so he’d thought.

He waved his hand between them. “This has to stop.”

She pressed her hand over her chest and widened her eyes. “Me?”

“I’m in your house, and you’re running every time our paths cross.”

She glanced around the room, avoiding eye contact. “Well, it’s Rogue’s house.”

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