Page 61 of Whatever It Takes

He reached inside his front pocket and produced a county-issued business card. “Got a pen?” he asked.

His question took me by surprise. “Sure.”

He scribbled something on the back and handed it to me. “My personal cell is on the back. If you ever find yourself in trouble, use the number on the front. If you’re looking for a fun kind of trouble and just want to have a good time, use the one on the back.” He winked.

“Thanks.” I smiled, feeling uncomfortable and knowing that I’d never use either number.

He flashed me a flirtatious smile. “I look forward to hearing from you soon.”

I internally rolled my eyes at him and purposely didn’t respond. While there was no denying that he was attractive, there was zero interest on my end.

He gave me a curt nod before swaggering back to his car. I let out a sigh of relief and watched him pull away. I looked at the GPS on my phone and prayed that I would get to the hotel in time.

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I pulledup to the valet stand, grabbed the stub, and gave them my keys to park my car. My little law-breaking pit stop put me behind fifteen minutes. I fetched my overnight bag out of the back seat and strolled into the lobby.

I walked up to the front desk and gave them my identification. Quinn had added my name to the reservation when he booked the room, hoping that I would use it. I told him to go have fun with the guys and I’d see him when the weekend was over. Surprising him was a last-minute decision.

Once I was in the room, I wasted no time with getting ready. Now, I just had to wait. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to wait too long. I was anxious to get my hands on him. To finally be alone without any interruptions, even if it was only for a few hours.

I heard the click of the door and watched Quinn’s shadow step into the darkened room. He flicked the light switch on and froze. His eyes widened when he saw me splayed out on the king-size bed. I had to catch my breath at the sight of him. He had on a black button-down with a pair of dark jeans that I couldn’t wait to peel off his legs. My stomach tightened with jealousy just thinking about all the women who got to look at him tonight.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, staring at me as if he couldn’t believe I was really there. I just texted him a couple hours ago telling him I was home in bed.

I shrugged my shoulders, giving him a playful smile. “I couldn’t sleep.”

He moved toward the bed; the sexual tension in the air began to spark.

“Really?” His eyes did a slow crawl along my bare legs before they trailed slowly up to my face. My hair was loose and wild, just the way he liked it. I was wearing a sheer, black, lace baby doll, that crisscrossed along my breast, leaving little to the imagination. There was a tie right beneath it that looked like he couldn’t wait to tear open. I fiddled with the ends of the fabric, revealing the thin matching G-string.

He released a sharp breath. “So you drove all the way down here just so you could sleep?”

I spread my legs open, letting him know my intentions. “I never said I wanted to sleep. Just that I couldn’t.”

Without wasting time, he started to unbutton his dress shirt. “Is that so?”

I nodded my head, unable to speak. I wasn’t sure what kind of exercise routine they had taught their cadets in the academy, but it was clear that Quinn had maintained his physical frame over the years. I was glad to see my tax dollars well spent.

I cleared my throat and dragged my eyes over every inch of him. “I was in such a hurry, I almost got a speeding ticket on the way here.”

He unzipped his jeans and started to slide them down his legs. “A speeding ticket, huh?” He lifted his eyebrow and chucked his shoes off, so he could easily kick his jeans away. He stood before me in nothing more than a tight pair of black boxer briefs. “Should I be concerned that you endangered the other motorists on the road and risked your own safety, just to come here and get fucked?”

I gave him a half smile, feeling part sheepish and part brave. “The officer was feeling generous, so he let me go.” I decided to tease him a little. “All it took was a bat of my eyelashes for that ticket to turn into a phone number.”

His smile turned into a frown as his eyes ran over me. “It better not have been your number.”

He seemed on edge like something was bothering him. I pushed that thought aside and focused on making the most of the time we had. “Are we going to sit here and talk about this all night, or are you going to come join me on this bed?”

Quinn wasted no time closing the gap between us. His one knee landed on the mattress, while his hand reached out and cupped my cheek. “We’ll talk about that later, but right now,” his lips ghosted over mine, “I think it’s time I give you what you came here for.”

His lips were soft, but this kiss was branding. It was a promise and a threat, and it stirred something inside me that I couldn’t quite understand. I shivered when he positioned his body over mine and covered my breast with his palm.

His tongue pushed against mine, as if he owned it. He tasted like cigars and whiskey, like sex and hunger. There was no hesitation on his part as his skilled fingers ran across my skin.

I wanted to cry and weep for all the time we’ve lost. To kick myself for ever thinking he could be replaced.

My hands moved up his shoulders, to the back of his neck where I urged him closer. I didn’t just want him; I needed him, and I was desperate to connect with him. I tried to match each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his hips, but he was moving at such a slow torturous pace, that it wasn’t enough.

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