Page 2 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

“Aren’t you going to get up?” I ask him, boldly trying at being sassy again. I can see the man’s as hard as stone down there by now, no denying it.

He glances across the hall, then to the sides. We’re still alone.

Another low groan escapes him as he stands up and I look straight down, gasping without controlling my own emotions or arousal anymore.

Quinn’s big too. That much I can see, he’s at least six five and his thick hardness proves the myth about tall guys in a split second.

The effect of seeing him hard sends my own pussy into a deep rinse cycle, wanting only to be stuffed full of him.

I remember him being very tall, but never this muscular. His huge V-shaped torso makes me feel petite as he moves closer, drawing another sound from me, closer to a whimper than anything else.

“It’s alright,” he reassures me, his huge hands reaching out to me, one on either side of the label as he presses it onto my left breast as I look up at him, biting my lower lip, mentally pinching myself.

He deliberately presses firmly, letting his fingertips transmit his own excitement into me, as well as register my intense readiness for him as his knuckles brush my stiff rivets as he slowly takes his hands back.

“Perfect,” he growls again, and hearing the click clack of heels approaching, I notice his eyes narrow again, his body tensing.

“Sit here, with me.” He says firmly, taking his own seat and I take the seat next to him without thinking, feeling like holding his hand as we do.

There’s definitely some magic between Quinn and me and although I have no idea what I’m doing, I think I’m going to like it.

I’m suddenly glad I decided to come to this reunion after all.

Chapter Two

Quinn

Coming back to the registration desk after opening the side door to the gym, I can smell her perfume first, thinking how nice it is. Then I see her full, apple shaped ass from behind, straining through the tight lilac fabric of her strapless, backless dress which accentuates her full curves and shows her perfect skin off to perfection. I can’t help but make a groaning sound as I feel something else shifting in my pants.

Whoever she is, she’s fucking perfect.

An ass like that is what makes me very happy, and hips I can hold as well as see… it feels like Christmas in July and it’s only May.

I’ve never felt so attracted to anyone like this in my life. My own animal instinct shocks me on the one hand, but it’s so freeing on the other. Taking longer strides towards her, I register her lack of bra, thick calves and strong legs as she holds herself up for me, making me want to push those legs apart and feel myself inside her from behind.

That’s gone and done it, I’m halfway to being fully hard now…

To my utter amazement, as I come around behind her, I recognize her.

It’s Michelle Baker. Randy’s daughter. He said she’d be here, but I never… I just never thought…

My god it is her… when did she become so perfect…? I can barely remember her as one of my students. But now…

Shit. I think I’ve just fallen for my best friend’s daughter and I haven’t even said hi yet…

The only sounds that come out of me make me sound like I’ve swallowed some sort of wild animal. Every time she moves I look at another part of her, and I just want to reach out and touch her, to tear off her clothes and kiss every part of her.

I watch as my hand instinctively reaches out for her as she turns to face me, marking her with my touch first, then with my whole body as I pull her towards me, holding her close and breathing her in.

Holy fuck, I think I’m about to come in my pants.

My instant hard on in sending electric pulses all throughout me, every second I’m touching her feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven. She’s an angel, but one I want to be the devil with.

I’ve got hours of this reunion to get through, it hasn’t even started yet but all I want to do is take her away someplace, to make her mine.

She’s mine. I have to make her all mine.

I have to touch her, I can’t control myself. But at the same time, I have to remember I’m still manning the registration desk, so first things first, let’s get a name on that chest.

I can’t hide my arousal from her any longer, and from the sudden look in her eyes, the sounds she’s making and her eagerness to get and stay close, I figure we’re off to a good start.

I hear myself practically commanding her to sit next to me, which she does and I feel like holding her hand straight away.

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