Page 59 of A Thirst for Franc

A growl rumbled in my throat at the lack of bra, her pink nipples erect and waiting for my mouth. Not wanting to disappoint, I dipped my head and took the tightened bead between my teeth. I dragged my mouth to the other, giving it equal attention, before trailing up her neck.

Sexy moans filled the stairwell, and she rocked against me. “Does Laurent know?” she asked, and my mouth froze on her skin. “That we had sex. Did you tell him? I have siblings. Sometimes you don’t even have to say anything, and they just know.”

“My brother is the last thing I want to talk about right now.”

“I just want to know. It felt like he was looking at me… differently.”

I sighed against her neck, then met her eyes. “He could tell.”

“Is he going to say anything to anyone?”

“Any of my other siblings I would have said absolutely, but Laurent won’t say anything. We can trust him.”

“Okay, good.” The relief in her voice was obvious. I knew she wanted to keep this quiet for the time being, but I didn’t realize how much that meant to her. She wasn’t my dirty little secret, but maybe I was hers.

“You sound relieved.”

“I don’t want Gio to find out from anyone but us. If that time ever comes.”

I closed my eyes and let the unease dissipate. Once again, she was putting my son before everything else.

“Thank you.” I kissed her mouth this time, savoring the minty fresh taste of toothpaste. She must have found the toothbrush I left for her.

“Since we’re on the topic of everything else other than hot, sweaty sex,” I said. “In exchange for using Laurent’s car, I have to go to a town hall meeting tomorrow. Would you be able to stay late with Gio? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

She hummed with pure satisfaction. “I think we can work something out.”

Her mouth met mine, hands thrusting into my hair and pulling me close just as I realized my damn brother got me another night with Quinn that no one could question.

The next morning, I paced by the door, peering through the blinds every minute or so, waiting for Quinn to arrive. I felt like a freaking teenager with his first girlfriend, but last night had been hell without her in my bed. I kept remembering the night before and how soft and warm she was. How every time I touched her, she was ready for me. How she fell asleep in my arms, and I watched her until my lids became too heavy to hold open.

I was definitely screwed, and normally that would cause me to back off. I never wanted to experience that pain or put Gio through anything like that again, even if he was too young to understand what exactly happened. But Quinn was not Rebecca. She didn’t have a deceitful or mean bone in her body. She was pure sunshine, and I needed her light in my life.

The sound of tires coming up the driveway grabbed my attention. I waited by the door, and before Quinn could knock—since she still wouldn’t use the damn key—I pulled the door open and tugged her inside. My hands cupped her face, and I backed her into the corner as my lips found hers.

She didn’t hesitate, meeting my early morning vigor with her own desperation that made me want to carry her upstairs and strip her bare. Breathless, she pulled away, resting her forehead against my lips. I placed a chaste kiss before she drew away and looked up at me with those big, brown eyes.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Are you crazy?” she whispered. “What if Gio saw us?”

“He’s upstairs talking to my parents. He has a captive audience, which means he’s not going anywhere.”

“In that case.” Quinn lifted on her toes, arms wrapping around my neck, and she arched into me. My hand pressed into the curve of her lower back, holding her to me as our lips met again.

She tasted too damn good, like pure sweetness that was a treat for my soul. Then she pulled away, breaking our connection.

“Just had to get that out of my system,” she said.

“It’s still in my system.”

She patted my chest and flashed me a killer smile that went right to my already aching dick. “And to think you were worried about your stamina.”

I yanked her back to me, devouring her mouth with my own, proving my stamina wasn’t an issue at all. “Now the only thing I’m worried about is my dick exploding.”

She shifted, her hand cupping my erection through my shorts. “We definitely don’t want that.”

Her thumb brushed across the tip, and I grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pinning her to the wall. “I wouldn’t do that.”

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