Page 64 of Never Again

With one last flick of his tongue over her nipple, Quinn slowly kissed his way up to her neck as he continued teasing her with his fingertip. He kissed a path up her neck, pressed a kiss against her chin, and when his lips found hers, he-

“Oh, God…” Bailey moaned, her back arched off the bed when Quinn slid a thick finger inside her.

He took his time kissing her, brushing his lips against hers as he slowly worked his finger inside her, moving it with unhurried thrusts that left her moaning. It had been a long time since a man touched her, but God, she couldn’t remember it ever being this good. She loved the way that he touched her, the way that he took his time kissing her, and-

“What do you want, Bailey?” Quinn asked, breaking off the kiss so that he could watch her as he moved his hand between her legs.

“I want you to keep touching me,” Bailey said, reaching up to cup his handsome face in her hands and pulled him back in for a kiss, only to groan in frustration when he pulled his hand away.

Before she could complain, she felt him shift on the bed seconds before he settled between her legs and tore a moan from her when the move caused that large erection to brush against her slit. Deepening the kiss, Quinn settled more comfortably between her legs, causing the underside of his cock to rest firmly against her slit.

It felt so good, Bailey thought, only to amend that thought to it felt amazing seconds later when he began moving. She loved the way that he moaned against her lips, the way that it felt with every slow roll of his hips, the way that his cock moved against her, brushing against her clit with every move, but it wasn’t enough.

Bailey ran her hands down his back and slid her hands beneath the back of his pants while he moved against her. As he took his time driving her crazy, she felt him reach into his pocket. A moment later, he was breaking off the kiss and turning his head so that he could rip a condom packet open with his teeth before his mouth once again found hers as she felt him reach between their bodies and roll the condom on the thick cock teasing her. Wondering where he got the condom, she moved to break off the kiss, only to feel her lips twitch when he answered the unspoken question. “It’s been collecting dust at the bottom of my bag for the last two years.”

“That’s a long time,” Bailey murmured, feeling her lips twitch.

“You have no fucking idea,” Quinn said as he pulled his hand away and rolled his hips back as he shifted lower and-

Tore a gasp from her when she felt the large tip of his cock press against her seconds before he was pushing inside her. He felt incredible, Bailey thought on a moan as he slowly slid inside her, giving her a chance to get used to his size and-

“This isn’t fucking happening,” Quinn bit out as he dropped his head against the pillow as she lay there, slowly exhaling as she did her best to ignore just how much better he suddenly felt.

Having a pretty good idea why, Bailey asked, “Condom broke?”

“Yes,” Quinn bit out, only to sigh when he reluctantly pulled away while she lay there wondering if it was possible to die of frustration.

She was afraid that she was about to find out.

CHAPTER39

Haven Technologies

“This isn’t going to end well,” Casey admitted to herself while she knelt there, doing her best to beat her personal record. While she slid the pick into the keyhole on the locked desk drawer, she held her breath in a well-practiced move as she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of the metal pick moving inside the lock, the soft clicks, the tension in the springs, and finally, the feel of the pick sliding into place and forcing the lock open.

Slowly exhaling, Casey opened her eyes and quickly pulled the pick free and put it back in her backpack before carefully opening the desk drawer as she shifted to the side, careful of the camera aimed at the desk and-

“Looking for this?” came the quietly murmured question that had her closing her eyes on a resigned sigh as she pushed the drawer closed.

“I can explain,” she said, even though she knew that it was pointless.

“I’d love to know why you’re breaking into my desk at two in the morning, Pam,” Nathan said before adding, “Or should I call you Casey?”

“Casey’s fine,” Casey said as she grabbed her bag and stood up, already knowing that he wasn’t going to believe anything that she had to say and knowing better than to waste her time.

It was over.

“That’s funny because Bailey never really told me how she met you,” Nathan drawled, not bothering to look up from the file on his lap, the same file that she’d been hoping to destroy before anyone could read it.

“That’s because there’s nothing to tell,” Casey said, shrugging it off as she took in the incredibly handsome man who’d been keeping an eye on her since the day that Bailey dragged her through the front door, noting the way that a muscle in his jaw clenched as he looked through the file that she should have grabbed as soon as she saw it before her gaze flickered to the elevator less than thirty feet away and-

“I’m not sure that your parole officer would agree,” Nathan said as dark, almost black eyes locked on her.

“You’re probably right,” Casey murmured in agreement, knowing that there was no point in sticking around to find out.

With that in mind, Casey adjusted her hold around her bag and headed for the elevator, deciding that she’d take her chances with the large security guard downstairs and worry about how she would get back inside later. She wasn’t surprised when Nathan joined her a moment later by the elevator. She noted that the file was no longer in his hands and somehow resisted the urge to glance over her shoulder to see if he’d left it on the desk, but she knew that her luck had already run out.

“Are you ready to start talking?” Nathan asked, sliding his hands in his pockets as he leaned a shoulder against the wall while they waited for the elevator to slowly make its way to their floor.

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