Page 79 of Never Again

“I like to be worshiped,” Bailey said, gesturing for him to get on with it.

“I’ll do my best to remember that,” Quinn murmured absently as he considered her.

“It would make things easier, especially if you threw a Coke into the mix,” Bailey assured him as she watched him think that over for a moment and-

“What are you keeping from your brother?” Quinn asked as he settled back against the headboard, his intense gaze remaining locked on her.

“Many things,” Bailey said as she couldn’t help but decide that this would be the perfect time to finish getting a few answers of her own. “You know what I’ve been wondering?” she asked as she casually reached over and helped herself to the Coke.

“And what is that?” Quinn drawled as he plucked the Coke out of her hand.

“Were you ever planning on taking me back to Massachusetts?” Bailey asked, only to follow that up with a grumble as she watched him finish off the Coke.

“No,” he said with absolutely no hesitation, his gaze remained locked on her as he placed the can back on the nightstand.

Nodding, Bailey thought that over. “And that whole scene with Nathan firing you?” she asked, watching his lips twitch as he went back to running his hands over her thighs.

“It was something that we worked out ahead of time to let me know that he suspected someone,” he explained, taking her by surprise.

“It was a trap?” Bailey asked, watching him curiously.

“Yes,” Quinn murmured as he trailed his fingertips up her thigh and over her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

“You knew Jonathan was lying?” she asked as he leaned back in and kissed her forehead.

“Yes,” he said against her skin as he took his time trailing his fingertips over her arm.

“How?” Bailey asked, trying to ignore just how good it felt to have his fingertips teasing her skin.

“What are you hiding from Nathan?” Quinn asked, pulling away only to turn his head so that he could press his lips against the spot just beneath her ear, making her breath catch.

“You have to be more specific,” Bailey said, feeling his lips twitch against her skin.

“Pam,” Quinn said, making her go still before she remembered who she was dealing with here and shrugged it off, hoping that it would be enough to move on.

“She’s an excellent assistant,” Bailey assured him as she shifted and opened her mouth to continue with her interrogation, only to end up releasing a soft moan when the devious man gently suckled on her neck, making it really difficult to focus.

“I’m sure she is,” Quinn murmured, only to pause so that he could press another kiss against her neck, “tell me how you met her.”

“Why are you so curious about Pam?” Bailey asked as she struggled to bite back a wince, wondering if Nathan found out.

“I’m curious about everyone you’ve lied for,” Quinn drawled as he brushed his lips across her neck and-

“Oh, god…”

-struggled to remember what they were talking about when his lips brushed against her ear, making it really difficult to focus.

“Where did you meet her?” Quinn asked, pressing one last kiss against her neck before he pulled back so that he could-

“Ran into her,” Bailey managed to get out when his lips found her throat.

“Where?” he asked, and when she didn’t answer him fast enough, Quinn turned his head so that his lips trailed down her throat, making her moan.

The man was evil, Bailey decided as she shifted on his lap to make it easier for him to continue doing that thing that he was really good at while she answered him. “Outside the coffee shop.”

“What was she doing there?” Quinn asked as he absently kissed a path to her chin and his hands slid back up her thighs.

“Looking for a job,” Bailey said, wondering how such a simple touch could feel this good.

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