Page 88 of Something like Redemption

“Consider it done. Just make sure you bring what I need. Yes, I’m sure. She means nothing,” Justin says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I shiver with the callousness behind his tone and feel for whoever he is speaking of. Suddenly feeling a chill, I creep back into my room. I’m suddenly not thirsty.

Silently slipping back under the covers, I can’t kick this feeling of dread because deep down, I can’t help but think that my father could have killed me and no one would have known it was him. But I’m alive, and as strange as it may sound, that thought is more troubling than him wanting me dead.

My entire body is on fire.

My body is alight from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. And the reason for that inferno is Quinn Berkeley.

The sting of his tongue ring as he licks over every inch of my skin hits me straight between the legs. My back bows off the bed as I fist handfuls of the pressed linen sheets.

But he’s relentless, and each moan that escapes my parted lips encourages him to continue.

“Do you like it?” Quinn asks breathlessly, swirling his wicked tongue around my navel.

“Yes, God, yes,” I moan my response.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes, please,” I reply, on the verge of begging.

Quinn’s dimple appears briefly as he gives me his trademark lopsided smile and slowly slides down my body, his lips leading the way. As I feel the first wet lick sweep across my sex, I know I’m done for, and I’m his prisoner till the end.

His large hands splay across my ribs lightly, holding my body in place as I’m about to rocket off the bed, and I fear I will never come back down.

“You taste incredible. Feel good, baby?”

“Yes, it feels amazing. Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop.”

I’m almost there. I can taste it, but suddenly, Quinn’s mouth is nibbling the crease in my neck.

“Wake up, Red. You’re dreaming.”

“No,” I groan. “Let me finish.”

I’m so close; to stop now would just be damn cruel.

But the warm chuckle is like a cold bucket of water, dousing my raging hormones, and my eyes snap open, only to realize Iwasdreaming. I’m panting loudly, and my entire body is on fire. But as I look at Quinn, I turn a beet red.

How embarrassing. I just had a sex dream, and the man smiling smugly at me was the star in my very public show.

Groaning, I throw the blanket over my head, hoping to hide away until my embarrassment fades, which should be in about fifty years.

“Red.” Quinn chuckles, attempting to shift the blanket off my face.

But I fight him and hold the fleecy material with no intention of ever letting go. This only has Quinn laughing louder and yanking harder, but I won’t budge.

“Please let me wallow in my humiliation alone.”

“And miss all the fun?” he replies, slipping under the sheets with me when it becomes clear I’m not letting the blanket go. “If you’re not coming out, then I’m coming in.”

“You’re invading my personal space,” I huff, moving back an inch, but Quinn stops my escape, his hand ensnaring my waist.

“Five minutes ago, you didn’t mind me invading your personal space. I think you even begged me not to stop.” He chuckles, and I slap him on the arm, mortified.

“Oh, fuck you.”

My comment has Quinn raising his eyebrow, and I kick my ass for leaving myself open with such a statement.

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