Page 63 of Never Again

Very wrong.

God, that man really knew how to interrogate someone. It didn’t hurt that he’d promised to sneak her another can of Coke tomorrow, Bailey absently thought, even as she had to wonder if he meant later today or if he was really expecting her to wait another twenty-four hours until he gave her the delicious, caffeinated beverage that she’d fully planned on enjoying from behind the safety of a locked door.

Realizing that Quinn still hadn’t said anything, Bailey cleared her throat and asked, “Any news?” hoping to get him to talk.

When her question was answered with more silence as he carried her into the room they’d been given, she followed that up with, “I’m sorry?” even as she wracked her mind trying to figure out if she actually had anything to apologize for.

It was possible, Bailey thought as she found herself gently dropped on the bed and-

The wiggling.

Definitely the wiggling, Bailey thought, trying not to wince when she saw the look on his face when he reached for her shorts. She probably shouldn’t have tormented him with all that wiggling, Bailey decided as she cleared her throat and opened her mouth to apologize when he tore a moan from her when he traced the seam running between her legs with his fingertips.

“Did you enjoy teasing me, Bailey?” Quinn asked as he watched his fingertips move over her.

“I feel as though it would be in my best interest not to answer that,” Bailey said, nodding solemnly only to moan as her hands fisted in the comforter when the pad of his thumb moved over her, teasing her through the material of her cotton shorts.

“And I feel like you were doing everything that you could to avoid answering any questions,” Quinn murmured as his gaze flickered to meet her gaze.

“I mean, that is possible,” Bailey found herself admitting while she watched him nod absently as he returned his attention back to what he was doing, which, at that moment, she truly appreciated.

“And all those things that you’re not telling me…” Quinn asked, tracing her lips between her shorts one last time before he reached for the waistband.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Bailey said, licking her lips as she watched Quinn slowly pull her shorts down along with her panties.

“Are you sure?” Quinn asked as his gaze landed between her legs and groaned in a way that had her breath catching.

“Yes?” she said, not really sure about anything at the moment.

Nodding, Quinn tossed her shorts and panties aside before he reached back and grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it off before tossing it aside. “And all that wiggling?” he asked as he unsnapped his jeans.

“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” Bailey found herself admitting as she watched Quinn slowly pull his zipper down over the large bulge pushing against it.

“I bet it did,” Quinn murmured as he finished pulling down his zipper before he reached inside his pants and pulled out the large, thick cock that felt so good sliding inside of her earlier, something that she’d been trying to stop thinking about.

“And my questions?” Bailey asked, deciding that this would probably be a good time to do a little interrogation of her own. She…

“What are they?” Quinn asked as he wrapped his hand around the large cock that she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off.

“Ummmm…” Bailey mumbled as she tried to remember what they were talking about while she watched Quinn run his hand over his cock.

“Then, why don’t we forget everything else, all the bullshit, work, everything that doesn’t matter right now and focus on the only thing that does,” Quinn suggested as he dropped his hand away and reached for her.

“And what’s that?” Bailey asked as she willingly went to him.

“Just how much I want you.”

CHAPTER38

“Why are you trying to distract me?” Bailey couldn’t help but wonder even as she had to admit that it was working.

“Is that what I’m doing?” Quinn murmured, sounding thoughtful while he kept doing that thing with his mouth against her neck that she really liked as she felt his hand slide between her legs.

“Kind of?” Bailey said as she struggled to remember what they were talking about, but at the moment, decided that perhaps this line of questioning could wait until later, much later, so that she could focus on that thing that he was doing with his fingertip.

“Kind of?” Quinn repeated, chuckling softly against her skin as his very talented fingertip found her clit and-

Decided that she was more than happy with how things were going when he abandoned her neck and wrapped his lips around her nipple. Her fingers threaded through his hair as her legs spread apart so that he could trace a path from her clit to her core. For several minutes, Quinn focused on her breast, licking and sucking on her nipple as he continued teasing her, lightly brushing his fingertip over her clit before running his fingertip back down to where she needed him most.

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