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She shouldn’t feel so right in my arms. She shouldn’t stir something inside of me that had been dormant for too long. But she did. And I was finding it impossible to fight the way she made me feel, the way I wanted her.
“What am I going to do with you, Sunshine Girl?”
“Whatever you want. Let’s just have fun and live in the moment.”
I couldn’t deny the appeal. I couldn’t deny that I wanted her. But I needed to be sure that she understood the deal.
“Promise me that this is what you really want. Because I can’t promise you more than this. I don’t want you to get your hopes up. This doesn’t mean we’ll be standing under an oak tree with daisy chains around our necks, pledging to love each other until death do us part.”
She laughed, the sound sweet and sultry at the same time. That was Quinn. The sweetest temptation. “I’m not five years old anymore, Jesse. No weddings. Fake or otherwise.” Her gaze never wavered. “I know the score. I’m not looking for love. Just sex.”
Just sex. No strings attached. It couldn't get more perfect than that.
I followed Quinn up the stairs and opened my front door.
“Are you going to punish me, Jesse?” she taunted. “Punish me for making you think about me tonight when you were on your date?”
So bold. So brazen. In her tiny skirt with nothing underneath. Looking up at me with her big hazel eyes. So deceptively innocent. “Is that what you want? You want to be punished?”
“Yes.”
I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t go along with this plan, but I wanted Quinn. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to hear the little sounds she made when I fucked her. I wanted to be the one who took her virginity. Not some asshole who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.
Fuck it. I was done fighting it.
I grabbed her hand, pulled her inside, and slammed the door shut behind us.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Quinn
“Is that what you want?You want to be punished?”
“Yes.” I was feeling so bold tonight. So brave and daring. I shoved away my inhibitions and doubts. All I wanted to do was live in this moment.
He grabbed my hand, pulled me inside, and pushed me against the wall. His big, warm, calloused hands skimmed over my bare skin, sending delicious shivers up and down my spine as he pushed up my skirt so it was bunched around my hips. Then he lifted me off the ground and slammed me against the door. My lips parted on a gasp.
God, I loved this side of Jesse.
He traced my lips with his tongue before sliding inside my mouth and kissing me like I’d always wanted to be kissed with wild abandon. Like he’d given up the fight and had surrendered.
I loved the taste of him. The feel of him. His hard body, muscles taut, pressed into mine.
My blood ran hot, a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins that ignited every cell in my body and made me burn for him.
I rocked my hips and ground my bare pussy against the hard ridge of his cock. God, I was so wet and so needy and aching that I couldn’t think straight. I wasn’t thinking at all. I was just chasing the high, reveling in the feel of his mouth taking command of mine. The lash of his tongue like we were dueling.
“Look what you do to me,” he growled, his lips finding my neck and leaving their mark. My back arched off the wall, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, remembering something he’d said earlier.
“Another girl asking for a kiss?”
“Did she make you feel like this? That other girl you kissed tonight.”
“Definitely not.” That put a smile on my lips. “You make me so hard for you,” he rasped.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked breathlessly, my confidence bolstered by his confession. Whoever he had kissed hadn’t made him feel like I did. It made me feel like I had some power, like the playing field was more level now. “You can have me. Right here. Right now,” I taunted.
“Fuck. You think I’d take you against a wall your first time?”
