Page 67 of Never Again

He ignored the way that his cock ached, desperate for her touch, and kept licking her, alternating between fucking her with his tongue and licking her clit as he reached between them and found her breast, gently squeezing it in his hand as his thumb found her nipple and-

Thought he was going to lose his fucking mind when she climbed off him. Before he could reach for her, Bailey was turning around and climbing onto his lap and tearing a groan from him when her mouth found his as her pussy spread open over his cock. When he felt her small hand wrap around his cock as she rubbed her pussy against him, Quinn thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

So…fucking…good…

His hands found her breasts as she teased his cock and rubbed her wet pussy over him, her clit rubbing against him as she moved. Every roll of her hips dragged her pussy higher, her strokes became desperate until she pulled her hand away so that she could fist the sheets in her hands as she moved over him faster, rubbing her pussy along the underside of his cock until her clit was teasing the tip and-

“Quinn,” Bailey whimpered against his mouth as the next roll of her hips caused the tip to press against her core and-

Groaned as she pushed back against him, slowly taking him inside her.

“I don’t want to stop,” Bailey whispered against his lips as Quinn lay there, struggling to find the words to put a stop to this, knowing just how fucking badly this would end and-

“Then, don’t,” Quinn said, only to groan when Bailey pushed back and slowly took his cock inside her.

CHAPTER41

She was fucking lying, Nathan told himself as he paced his living room, wondering why he didn’t turn her over when he had the chance and-

Fuck!

“Start talking,” Nathan said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and moved to text Bailey, only to decide against it. She had enough to worry about right now and didn’t need this bullshit added to the mix. After a slight hesitation, he shifted his attention to the small woman who refused to tell him anything.

God, she was a pain in the ass, Nathan thought as he ran his eyes over her, taking in brown hair that was several shades darker than Bailey’s, the long curls that looked incredibly soft, the bright blue eyes narrowed on him, an adorable nose that looked familiar, a bottom lip fuller than the top, and the incredibly fucking generous curves that had him wondering what it would be like to-

There was something seriously fucking wrong with him.

“You should have let me get the letter back,” Casey bit out, looking absolutely fucking lost at the moment.

“He had a fucking gun,” Nathan bit out, still furious with himself.

He could have fucking ended this.

As soon as he heard the footsteps, he should have shoved her in the closet and did whatever it took to end this tonight, but…

The idea of something happening to her had him staying in that closet and waiting until after the asshole got what he came for to leave. He fucking hated standing there, knowing just how fucking close he was to putting an end to this bullshit, and made sure that the woman that wouldn’t stop fucking trembling didn’t do anything stupid.

As soon as the asshole left the bedroom, Nathan moved his ass, making it into the living room just in time to see the asshole make his way down the fire escape. Before he could go after him, the little pain in the ass was there, determined to get the letter and necklace back, forcing him to grab her before she did something to get herself killed and-

“Why didn’t you turn me over?” Casey asked the one question that he’d been asking himself since Quinn’s men stormed into the apartment.

He should have turned her over and made sure that she never set foot inside Haven Technologies again, but…

Christ, what if she really was Bailey’s sister?

“What was in that letter?” Nathan asked, needing to know what was in that letter so that he could protect his sister.

“I already told you,” Casey said, sighing heavily as she slowly took in his living room while he stood there watching her as her gaze briefly hesitated on the doors and windows before focusing back on him.

“And you’re going to tell me again. What was in that letter?” Nathan asked, dropping down on the chair across from her as he waited for an answer while he tried to figure out how that asshole got past security.

With the new security system, guards, and cameras, there was no way that he should have been able to get into the building, never mind make it to Bailey’s apartment. Then again, since someone hacked into their system and bypassed all the security points that he’d paid a fortune for, he should probably be more concerned that he’d made his way past Tristan’s men.

He’d known Tristan for ten years and he’d been the first one that Nathan turned to when he realized that Bailey was in trouble, but now, the thought of his sister in Tristan’s care…

He needed to come up with another fucking plan.

But first…

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