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"Yes," I reply.

"Good," he says.

He thrusts inside me in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt. I whimper and tuck my head against his neck, clawing at his back, unable to think of anything but the way he feels inside me.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks, his voice hoarse. "Fuck...it's what I wanted."

He draws his hips back and thrusts back inside. I bite my lip so hard I'm afraid I'll draw blood.

"Yes," I breathe. "I want you so bad."

"Tell me what you want," he orders, fucking me harder.

I love the way he takes control—it makes the sex so much better. It's unexpected because he's always been so fucking kind to me...and that makes it better, too, because I know he's going to take care of me on the comedown.

"I want you to do whatever you want to me," I breathe.

"Good girl," he growls, and he fucks me even harder. "You want me to do whatever I want to that beautiful little pussy of yours. Do you want to come for me, Madison?"

"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes, please."

"Come, Madison," he orders, his voice deep and gravelly.

That does it. I explode around him, crying out with pleasure. I'm shaking and trembling, and he holds me in place with one hand on my hip while he fucks me.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his cock slamming into me repeatedly. "Keep coming."

And I do—like I'm trapped in an endless orgasm, Quinn wringing them out of me one after the other. I don't know how many orgasms I've had when I feel him start to build toward his own, his brow furrowed.

I take a moment to look at his face—to appreciate who I'm with and how much this means to me.

Because it's not about anyone but the two of us, not anymore. This may have started out as a way to get back at my dad, but I'm all in now.

I care about this man.

I take his face in my hands and kiss him hard, and that's what does it for him; he shudders and thrusts deep, and I feel the heat as he comes inside me. I wrap my legs tight around his waist so he doesn't leave, just wanting to keep feeling him, not wanting this to end.

He rests his forehead against mine, holding me tight in his embrace as we both try to catch our breath. When his eyes finally open, he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"This can't happen again," he says—quietly, still inside me.

He can say all he wants—that this is the last time—but we both know it’s a lie.

Chapter thirteen

Madison

Ican'tstopthinkingabout him. I get to work on the blueprints, and I confer with Delia over the phone a few times to finalize the designs. Ryan provides input over email, and he gets me in touch with the construction workers he wants to hire.

I don't get a chance to see Quinn between my internship, classes, and avoiding my dad and Kylie, but we start texting again...

...and it becomes clear that this was absolutely not a one-time thing.

He texts me the very next night, preempting me before I get too worried that he regrets what we did. I smile and bite my lip as I read the text from my table at Josie's, a jolt of energy coursing through me.

Wanted to check in, he says.You okay?

I laugh softly, shaking my head.

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