Page 62 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"I'm so glad we gave in," I whisper. "I'm so, so glad..."

"Me, too," he says.

I run my hands through his hair and down the back of his neck, resting my head on his shoulder as he slides one hand down my back and the other cups one breast. He whispers something in my ear, but I'm too far gone to process his words. All I can do is moan.

"Oh," I gasp, my head falling forward against his shoulder as he pounds into me. "Quinn...I—"

The orgasm takes me by surprise, sears through me...and when it's over, he's still fucking me slowly, his hips thrusting upward, finding the spots that make me scream. He'll keep making me come all night if I ask him to.

He doesn't want anything but to love me and pleasure me.

"I love you," I gasp. "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

"God, I love you," he groans. "Madison. Jesus, Madison."

I moan and surface, drawing him in as he groans and thrusts into me. His cock throbs, pulses, and he buries his face in my neck as he comes inside me. I hold him close, my heart bursting as he kisses me over and over again.

My body's still shaking when he lifts my chin and kisses me slow and deep.

"I love you," he whispers, drifting to his side and pulling me to him.

I don't reply with words. I press my forehead to his and hold him, trying to convey everything in that one gesture.

And I get it.

I get what happened between Kylie and my dad...I get why they kept it secret, why they were so willing to hurt me.

Because I can't imagine letting Quinn go if the roles were reversed.

This man is my whole present and my unwinding future. We're going to stay together. We're going to get married and have babies. And he's going to be a better father than my dad ever was, but I'm going to have to learn to forgive the dad who abandoned me.

I’m really messed up. It’s high time I fixed that.

"I need to call your therapist," I mumble against his chest.

Quinn laughs. "Was the sex that bad?"

I snort. "Not at all...in fact, I think it helped me have a breakthrough."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

I shake my head. "Tomorrow. Then we can figure it out. Just...don't leave, okay?"

Quinn holds me tight. "I'm not going anywhere."

Chapter twenty

Quinn

Ihatehowperfectweekends have to end...and my weekend with Madison is no exception.

We wake up on Wednesday morning—okay, so it was a long weekend—to the sound of someone hammering on my front door. My cat, Stanley, is absolutely pissed about it and yowls from the corner of the living room as I get up and step into some sweats. I leave Madison in my room with the door cracked open and my lover grumbling about the racket.

And who do I find at my front door but my fucking brother.

Adam steps past me without an invitation, looking...well, better than he did when I dropped him off at rehab, but still like shit. There are dark circles around his eyes and his hair is a mess, the same color as mine without the grey streaks. I've always been told we look alike, and it really spooks me sometimes how he looks like me if I had just...well, fallen apart.

I wasn't ready for him to find out about Madison.

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