Page 33 of F*ck Steal Kill

I stared back, and despite only knowing him for a few days and it being a foolish idea, I said the words anyway.

“I trust you. I’m covered. If you’re clean, then we don’t need one.”

Quentin gazed at me long and hard, his dark skin shimmering in the night with sweat. Glancing down at my pussy, he stroked his finger through my folds, my body responding immediately to his touch. Cupping me, his palm rubbed against my clit as he met my eyes.

“I want to make sure you very clearly understand what you’re offering to a man like me. I already couldn’t walk away from you, but if I fuck you bare…” His nostrils flared as he devoured me with his eyes. “You could run to the ends of the earth, and I would follow you and bring you back to my bed each time. You’d have to kill me to get rid of me; that’s how obsessed I will be after this. Do you understand what you’re offering me, baby?”

My breath caught, and a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Was I ready for this? Did I want that? What about the girls? What about XOXO and our plans? Could I really give all that up right this second for some dick?

“I…” My eyes dropped, and I bit my lip as I debated.

Fuck it. I’ll deal with the consequences later, like usual.

Q pulled my lip from my teeth, his thumb brushing back and forth over it tenderly. I glanced up, his expression soft and soothing.

“Not tonight, Temptress. I want you to have all the answers you need when you give me that gift. I want there to be nothing between us, emotionally or physically, when we go there. Not a drop of doubt in sight. Okay?”

I let out the breath I’d been holding, nodding as I relaxed back on the bike. I knew it was the right answer, but I couldn’t shake the disappointment, either. It had been easier to let myself go there if I did it impulsively. Now I’d be thinking about it, rationalizing and overthinking it until the day I died.

Quentin pulled me up, kissing me slow and soft, and taking his time as his tongue swirled with mine. It was sensual and had my toes curling all the same. When the kiss ended, emotions I hadn’t expected flowed through me—admiration, compassion… love.

Hold up. Shove that one into the far back.

Quentin held my head reverently in his hands, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Do you want to come back to my place?” he asked.

My phone buzzed, startling me as it vibrated against my chest. Q lifted a brow, looking over my body as he tried to locate it. Grinning, I reached in and pulled it from my bra. Outside of the skirt around my waist and my soaked panties, I was fully dressed, so he hadn’t noticed where I’d stashed it. Stupid, no pockets. He chuckled, shaking his head as I glanced at the messages from the girls.

Joy: Done with the boss. There was a new job posted that needed a quick turnaround. Anyone up for it? I would, but met a guy and a girl, and we’re going to their room.

Lacey: Damn, have fun. I’m also done. Boy, do I enjoy a good chopping.

Lacey: I could do it, but I’m at least an hour out until I’ll be home, and then I need to shower, so I’m not spreading evidence.

Holland: I can do it. Send me the info, and I’ll head there.

Joy: Awesomesauce. Laters taters.

Lacey: Be safe. Holler if you need backup.

Locking my phone, I knew it was for the best I had to leave. Things were too messy, and I needed some space before I jumped in without looking.

“I need to go home. My roommates need my help. Can you drop me off? I took a rideshare to the bar.”

He studied me, his eyes taking in every inch of me like he was committing it to memory. “Yeah. But give me your phone. Come to my room tomorrow for breakfast. We need to talk with Max.”

“I have to work in the morning.”

“What time?” he asked, typing in his contact and then sending himself a message.

“Nine.”

“Stop by at seven, and we’ll have plenty of time to talk. Or text me after you’re done tonight with your roommates, and I’ll pick you up. Your choice.”

He quirked an eyebrow, not leaving any option for me to deny. Q meant business.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be there in the morning.”

I gulped; the promise that he wasn’t running did stupid things to me. Tucking my phone back into my bra, I stepped off the bike to right my skirt while he tucked his cock back into his jeans. Picking up the helmet he’d tossed to the ground, I placed it back on. Shifting on my feet, I kept feeling how wet my panties were, and the thought of wearing them on the bike home made me cringe. With his back still turned, I slipped them off and slid back on the bike, tucking them into his pocket as I adjusted my legs.

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