Page 51 of Against the Clock

Twenty-Five

Roman

4 Days Ago

My lips pressed hungrilyagainst Quinn’s, capturing the whispered moans that escaped her mouth.I wasn’t lying when I said that she would be the death of me.Either we would finally act on this spark between us and Mike would kill me, or I would die from blue balls.One way or another, I was a goner.

Her fingers ran through my hair, lightly tugging on the short locks as she deepened the kiss.

“Quinn,” I moaned, squeezing her ass as I lifted her to my waist and pressed her back to the wall.

“Mmmm,” she answered, grinding her hips against my groin, and creating a friction that was sure to start a fire.“I want you, Roman.Now.Please.”

I pulled away, breaking the kiss, and rested my forehead against hers while her fingers anxiously dug into the bottom of my shirt, trying to free me of it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“I don’t want you to do this because you’re upset.”

“I’m not.I want you to fuck me, Roman.I have since I was sixteen and you spent the summer at our house playing basketball without your shirt on.You’ve been driving me wild ever since, and now you’re like an itch that I desperately want to scratch.”

I leaned in and kissed her, feeling my cheeks splitting into a smile.

“You’ve wanted me that long?”I asked, relieved that she had felt the same way I had.

“And longer since you’re hellbent on making me wait more.”

Her hands moved down, working my belt and zipper while I held her against the wall.

“Such a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”

I heard the thud as my jeans hit the floor and smiled when she hooked her thumbs into the top of my briefs and tugged them down.My erection sprung free, touching my stomach as her hand glided over it.

I adjusted her on my hips and pushed her skirt up her thighs, revealing a black lace thong underneath.I bunched the fabric as high as I could so it was out of the way and then ran my hand across her pussy, feeling the warmth coming from it.

She closed her eyes and moaned as I traced circles with my fingers before pushing the thin material to the side and parting her.A gasp floated past her lips as she arched her back, giving me complete access as my finger slid easily between her folds.

“Fuck, Quinn,” I breathed.

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