Page 60 of Never Again

“Yes, ma’am,” Quinn said, kissing the back of her neck one last time before he dropped his hand away and headed back into the bedroom, grabbing a towel off the rack as he went and quickly dried off.

As soon as he reached her bag, Quinn dropped the towel on the floor and wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he reached inside her bag and-

“Oh, fuck…” Quinn bit out on a groan when he felt Bailey’s small hand close around his and pull his cock down so that she could wrap her lips around him.

He grabbed a condom out of the bag and watched her mouth move over him, teasing the tip of his cock with her teeth and tongue while she used her hold to move his hand over his cock, stroking him in time to the movements of her mouth. She tore a moan from him when he raised the condom to his mouth and used his teeth to rip it open.

He-

“Stop,” Quinn said, frowning when he pulled the condom package away from his mouth and noticed a small mark on the package.

Telling himself that he was wrong, Quinn ignored Bailey as she asked, “What’s wrong?” and headed to the bathroom. He made quick work of rolling the condom open before he turned on the bathroom sink and-

Fuck!

Tossing the broken condom aside, he quickly made his way back into the bedroom, grabbed her bag and carried it back inside the bathroom, barely aware that Bailey had followed him inside. He grabbed individual condoms and sealed boxes, and every last one of them leaked when he filled it with water.

“Oh, my God…” Bailey muttered weakly as he tossed the box of twenty-four condoms back on the counter.

“Don’t touch anything,” Quinn said when she reached over to pick up one of the boxes.

“What’s going on?” Bailey asked, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she took in all the ruined condoms.

“I have no fucking idea,” Quinn said, but he was going to find out.

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This probably wasn’t goingto end well, but…

She was surprisingly fine with that, Bailey decided as she found herself stepping into the large kitchen overlooking a beautiful lake before shifting her attention to the counter and zeroing in on the coffee machine. Licking her lips nervously, she risked a glance over her shoulder, and once she was assured that she was alone, Bailey quickly made her way across the large kitchen and tore through cabinets, drawers, and containers, looking for the only thing that was going to get her through this.

Once she found the coffee, a large mug, and sugar, she made quick work of filling the machine with water, added more coffee grounds than was probably necessary and pressed start, praying that it hurried up before Quinn was done doing whatever it was that he was doing. As soon as she heard the promising sounds of the machine bubbling, Bailey quickly turned her attention to the large refrigerator, too desperate for a caffeine fix to wait for the coffee to finish brewing.

As soon as she found what she was looking for, Bailey opened the can of Coke, released a satisfied sigh, and moved to take a deep, satisfying sip when she suddenly found her hand empty and a really large man who looked like he didn’t know how to smile glaring down at her. Really hoping that he was just thirsty, Bailey cleared her throat, reached back in the fridge for another Coke and-

“Damn it,” Bailey mumbled sadly when he plucked the soda out of her hand and placed it back in the fridge.

“No caffeine,” the large man said firmly.

“But I have needs,” Bailey said with a hopeful smile that quickly died away when he only continued glaring down at her.

Knowing that it was pointless to argue, mostly because something told her that it was a bad idea, Bailey mumbled to herself as she reluctantly headed back the way that she came, hoping that Quinn was done with his mental breakdown so that she could-

“I’m curious about something,” came the coldly murmured words that sent a chill down her spine.

“About?” Bailey said as she slowly turned around to find ice-cold blue eyes watching her.

“Everything.”

CHAPTER36

“When were you going to tell me?” came the quietly murmured words as Quinn stood there wondering why Bailey was groaning pathetically against the kitchen table.

At her next incoherent mumble, Quinn threw Tristan a questioning look. “She negotiated her interrogation.”

“Totally worth it,” Bailey mumbled as she slapped her hands against the kitchen table and pushed herself up into a sitting position and-

“Owie.”

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