Page 72 of Toxic Obsession

Quinn stood, towering over me. “Wynter … I think you’re misunderstanding my intentions.”

I swallowed. “Guess you need to explain it.”

“I expect nothing from you. This last month with you has been more than I could have hoped for.” He leaned down, his mouth brushed against my ear. “But I want more. I want all of you.” Quinn straightened. “Not for a night or a few days. I want to hold and kiss you. Take you to dinners, spend nights with you, fuck until we’re delirious every single day.”

Delicious goose bumps dotted my skin as his gaze slowly swept up my body.

“Tell me you feel the same. If not, then I’ll walk out the door and leave you alone.”

No, no, and no.At the same time, was I ready to commit to him? Have a relationship? I almost laughed. We were already seeing each other every day. He hugged and kissed my forehead daily, and even though I was angry with him, I wanted him to touch me. We held each other when the pain of our past was too much. Every waking second we could, Quinn and I were together. We talked about Bell and our individual futures. If we weren’t in the mood to talk, we watched movies or studied in the same room.

I’d already forgiven him for the video. He’d worked his ass off to undo the damage and had more public speaking events scheduled. We were spreading hope, forgiveness, and that there was always more happening behind closed doors than the public realized. We were a powerful team together, but even more than that, Quinn had followed through with everything he said he would … and more.

“Are you asking me to exclusively be yours, Quinn Astor?” I’d learned a long time ago not to assume anything, so I tried to ask for clarification.

Quinn’s hazel eyes burned through me, setting me on fire. “Yes. That’s what I’m asking. I’m in love with you, Wynter Baldwin.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Didn’t see that coming.“You are?” I croaked.

“I have been since before the night the video played. It just took Sutton’s call to wake me up.”

“What if I’m not there yet? What if I have deep feelings for you, but I don’t know what to call it right now?”

“You don’t have to. Just say you’re mine.”

My heart thumped as his low, raspy voice sent me into a spiral. I hadn’t ever had a boyfriend before, and how would Janine handle it when she met him? Not to mention my brother killed his twin sister. That made for real daytime drama. When I’d told Janine about the video, she threatened to chop off both of his heads until I explained what he was doing to make up for it. She said she might give him a chance if he followed through, but she doubted it.

Breathe. What did the dean ask you to do? Make a decision forme. No one else. Just me. One that would make me happy. Wynter Baldwin, what do you want? After everything that’s happened, do you trust him?

I already knew the answers to my questions. It was just taking the time to put myself first for a change. It was a foreign and scary concept.

“Yeah. I’m yours, Quinn.”

His smile lit up his face. “Yeah?”

“Yup.” I popped the p and grinned.

Instead of Quinn kissing me, he backed away and sat in my office chair again. That wasnotthe reaction I expected.

“Undress for me.”

Oh. Yes. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and turned on some music. I wasn’t sure if the girls were home or not, and if Quinn and I got loud, I needed something to muffle the noise. “Fangs” by Neoni played through my Bluetooth speaker.

I placed my cell on the nightstand, then turned my attention to Quinn. Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt, allowing it to fall open just enough to reveal the swell of my breasts in my pink lace bra. His gaze darkened while he watched me slide the shirt over my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. My fingertips trailed down my stomach and dipped into the waist of my jeans. Unfastening the button, I lowered the zipper and dragged the fabric down my hips and legs. I stepped out and moved them to the side with my foot, then removed my bra and G-string and stood in front of him naked.

“Lay back on the bed and spread your legs.”

I faced the bed and crawled on top of the mattress, my ass sticking up in the air. I glanced over my shoulder. Quinn’s erection pressed against his jeans, and I licked my lips. Once I was settled, I turned to him and propped up on my elbows as I slowly parted my thighs, allowing him a full view of what was waiting for him.

He stood and walked toward me, focusing on my pussy. “Do you want me to touch you, Wynter?”

“Yes.” My reply came out breathy, needy.

“Do you know what I want?”

“Tell me.” My lips parted in anticipation.

“I want to run my finger down that sweet cunt and see how wet you are for me. Then I want to spread your lips apart as I kneel between your thighs, eager to taste you. The tip of my tongue would swirl around your clit before I licked your slit, your juices dripping down your ass cheeks and coating my chin.”

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