Page 90 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

He trails a finger down my neck, his eyes locked with mine, and I shiver at each touch, light but hot and tender. He traces the curve of my breast, his fingers tender and gentle as they drift down to my waist and over my hip. His touch is soft and sure, his eyes steady as he reaches down to brush my hair out of my face, his fingers slipping in through my hair.

I arch my back, groaning in excitement, and he settles down on top of me, his fingers tracing patterns into my skin. I sigh as the sensation of his fingertips against my flesh sends chills down my spine, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, his cock teasing at my entrance. And I can't wait any more when I suddenly get impatient, laughing softly.

"What?" he chuckles against my neck.

"Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the romance...but I want you inside me, Quinn," I laugh. "Please fuck me. Please..."

He raises his eyebrows and leans in to kiss me again, his weight on his elbow as he slowly guides himself into me, his cock filling me up with one slow, deep thrust. I moan as he fills up every inch of me, my whole body shuddering beneath him. And then he starts to move, slipping out and then back in, my arousal easing his way.

He takes great care with me, moving in slow, deep strokes, his eyes on mine as he thrusts into me again and again. I reach up to brush my thumb over his lips, and he kisses my thumb tenderly before looking back into my eyes. He moves inside me, his eyes taking in every inch of my face and his hands on my hips, holding me down as he rocks into me.

We kiss, soft and deep, and as he moves inside me, I feel myself getting closer and closer to falling headfirst into the abyss of pleasure as he makes love to me.

And I'm thinking about all of it—everything that's passed between us. Screaming at the sky in Central Park, him telling me he valued me, begging him to fuck me in his office when he knew it was absolutely wrong, but we couldn't resist. It's all led to this.

Now.

The beginning of forever.

I pull him down to kiss him hard, my hands on either side of his face, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, moaning into his mouth as I hold on for dear life as I drown in the pleasure.

"I love you," I murmur, pulling him close to me as I fall over the edge into bliss.

"I love you, too," he whispers against my lips. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight as he moves over me, whispering his love for me as we move together, as the heat builds between us. He kisses me, my face, my neck, my lips...and his strokes start to become more erratic, his breathing heavy as he rocks into me, harder and faster. I feel him begin to lose control, and I'm so close to the edge that I don't think I'll be able to hold on much longer...

He moves inside me, his thrusts getting faster, harder, and more desperate. And when I come, he joins me, fully seated inside me, as his heat fills me. I gasp at the sensation, the connection between us, and I hold him so tight that I don't know if I'll ever be able to let go.

Maybe I won't have to.

The world comes back as our breath steadies, as the sounds of the apartment filter through the haze of lust. There's traffic on the street outside, and the cat is mewing beyond the bedroom door and asking for attention. A notification chimes on one of our phones—Quinn's, I think—and I remember that other people exist as Quinn carefully pulls out, never leaving my side as he reaches for his phone and peers at the screen.

"It's Adam," he says. "Wanted to tell us he's settling in great, that the people are all kind, and that he's comfortable...and he wanted me to thank you."

"For what?" I ask.

Quinn's brow furrows, and I can't tell if he's angry or frustrated—but his voice is rough when he speaks again, and I realize he's emotional. "For being our family," he says.

He puts the phone down, and I take his face in my hands, kissing him again. "And I'm not going anywhere," I whisper. "Because I value you both."

We stay like that for a long time, just feeling each other's warmth, drifting close to sleep and back again. Finally, I stretch and yawn, knowing it's still early evening and I'll be cranky in a few hours if we don't eat.

"I'm in the mood for Thai," I murmur, sitting up. "And I think Stanley needs company."

Quinn groans, covering his eyes with his arm. "Stanley can wait. I'm exhausted."

"I've got it covered," I say, moving to the edge of the bed and tossing my hair. I'm about to get up, but I feel Quinn gently grab my elbow, and I turn to look at him.

"You're...I was going to say you're beautiful, but you're everything," he says from where he lies on his side. "Thanks for being here."

I smile. "Thanks for having me."

He returns the smile. "Stay a while, won't you?"

I nod. "Yeah...I think I will."

Chapter thirty-one

Epilogue

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