Page 47 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

I stare him in the eye as I take a big sip of the wine, the flavor of cherries popping on my tongue. We keep our eyes locked on one another even as the conversation continues, as the cast's voices rise in the dark night and Delia leaves us on our own. I lean in, bold from the wine and the company, until my lips brush his ear.

"I can't wait to have good sex with you later," I whisper.

Quinn laughs, and I'm surprised when he kisses my neck, his fingers tangling with mine.

"Me neither," he replies.

As the night wears on, the party begins to wind down. People start to head back to their cottages, some disappearing into the woods, others curling up in front of the bonfire. Quinn and I sit on the bench shoulder to shoulder, his arm around me as the flames flicker and wane.

"I feel like I'm in a dream," I say softly. "This whole night—this whole week—it's been surreal."

Quinn nods, his fingers tracing lazy circles on the back of my hand. "I know what you mean," he says. "It's like everything's falling into place."

"Yeah," I murmur, leaning my head on his shoulder. "It's like...there's this energy building up like something big is going to happen."

Not that I'm ready to say it, but something big has already happened—Quinn has changed everything for me, not just with the job, but something with myself.

He's made me confident. Bold.

I can't lose him.

Quinn's hand stills on mine, and I look up at him. His expression is serious, almost grave. "Madison," he says slowly, "I know I said that we're something, but I think...we're more than that, aren't we?"

I lick my lips, laughing softly. "It's not hard to be more than something."

"I'm not...good at this," he laughs. "I'm trying to say I want to be with you. I don't want to have to hide it."

"I want that too," I breathe. "But can we..."

He looks concerned, leaning his forehead against mine. "Anything," he says.

"Can we go inside?" I ask. "I'm cold."

He smiles. "Whatever you want, beautiful."

We head into the old Victorian house, and I hold Quinn's hand as I guide him up the stairs. We're already kissing as I open the door to my room and slip inside, and he closes the door behind us and presses me against the wall.

"You were saying...?" I say with a breathy sigh.

He chuckles. "It can wait. Right now, I just want to be with you."

Quinn's hands trail down my sides, fingers grazing the hem of my black dress. I tilt my head back, offering him my neck, and he doesn't waste a second before pressing his lips to my skin. His hands move back up to my hips, pulling me closer to him, and I let out a soft moan.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "You know how often I've thought about doing this since the night you spent in my guest room?"

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. This is what I've been waiting for since the moment I met him. It feels like every touch, every kiss, every moment we spend together just cements the fact that we're meant to be.

"Probably as often as I've thought about it," I breathe.

Quinn's hands move up to my face, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones.

"Then let's not waste any more time," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want you, Madison. I want to be with you...not just tonight, but every night."

I feel my heart skip a beat at his words. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I know that I want to be with him, too.

"I want that, too," I say, looking up at him with a smile.

We're dancing around the word, but it's playing repeatedly in my head. Love. I'm in love with him, and I'm waiting for him to say it first because I can't handle it if he doesn't feel the same way.

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