Page 37 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

I hang onto my cup of coffee for dear life, needing something—anything—to do with my hands. I want to touch her so bad that my palms tingle.

"What if we..." I start.

Her brows raise. "Go on."

"Just once," I say. "Get it out of our systems. Keep doing the work. Figure it out from there."

Her breath leaves her in a sharp exhale, her chest heaving. She makes me feel feral and out of control in a way I never have before, and I take my glasses off purely for the sake of getting her out of focus, pinching the bridge of my nose to try and center myself again.

"So you're not...it's not that you're not interested," she says.

I let out a harsh laugh. "Madison, are you kidding me? I'm more than interested," I murmur. "I'm obsessed."

Blurry without my glasses, I watch as she stands up and then comes closer into focus. She puts her hands on my shoulders and straddles my legs, then she sits in my lap like she did a few days ago—but this time, in her dress, it reveals her thighs, her dress riding up to her waist. I put my hands on her legs and squeeze, my thumbs finding her inner thighs, and she groans.

"Are we doing this?" she asks.

"We sure fucking are," I confirm.

And then I take her lips in a bruising kiss, and I know I'll never get her out of my system.

Chapter twelve

Madison

I'mkissingQuinnYoung.I'm kissing him and kissing him...and I don't think I'll ever get sick of it, and he says this is about getting each other out of our systems, but I know it's more than that.

It's about revenge.

It's about love.

It's about wanting him more than I've ever wanted anyone before.

His hands slide up and down my thighs, building friction and heat, his thumbs getting closer to my center every time. He parts my lips with his tongue and invades my mouth, kissing me hard, his beard rough on my face.

I pull away, gasping for breath. His hands find the small of my back, pulling me in closer as his lips drop to my neck, and his hips rock up toward me, his cock grinding against my core through my underwear.

"You feel that, Madison?" he rumbles against my neck. "That's what you fucking do to me. Spent all this time thinking I didn't want you, and I want you so bad I can't control myself around you."

I groan, my eyes fluttering closed as I feel his cock throbbing against me, straining against his slacks.

I grind my hips down against him, and he growls as he reaches down and grabs my ass, lifting me up. I gasp in that split second I'm in the air—and then I'm on his desk, papers tossed to the floor, the cup of coffee spilled and dripping from the desk. Quinn doesn't care; he pushes my dress up to my waist, spreading my legs and looking down at my drenched panties.

"Can I take these off?" he asks, his eyes dark with lust.

I nod, unable to make words happen, and his fingers hook in my underwear and drag them down my thighs before he tosses them to the floor. He leans in and kisses me again, cradling the back of my head with one hand while his other hand goes between my thighs.

I groan and buck against him when he touches my clit, drawing a circle around it, teasing me toward an orgasm.

"You're so wet for me, Madison," he whispers against my lips before capturing them with his again. "Such a good girl."

The praise makes me let out a whimper, making him grin as he drops to his knees. His beard brushes against my inner thighs, his breath against my pussy.

"Is it wrong that I've been imagining what your pussy would taste like?" he asks.

It's so wrong it's right. I can't do anything but grab his hair as he licks up my seam, throwing my head back and breathing his name.

"Quinn..."

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