her pretty head. “You’re rambling, Quinn.”
“I—I—I…” He fisted his hands and shook them out again and again, trying to compartmentalize the pain. Tried to let the pleasure come to the forefront, and it was there.
Fuck, it’s there .
She loosened her grip only to press her palm against his cock and grind. “They didn’t call me,” she said. “So, that means you handled it. I doubt they’ll say anything.”
“Oh?”
“Mm-hmm.” She skimmed her hands up his arms and then down, cinching his wrists. “I think we need to take a better look at this powder room.”
“There’s not much to see to it. I mean—”
She pulled him in and closed the door.
Her hands at his shoulders pushed his knees down to the tile, and his gaze focused onto the tan smoothness of her thighs as she lifted the skirt of her sundress more and more.
“It’s cute that you thought I’d be upset about that. I rarely get upset about a man taking care of business. You have to understand how rare an occurrence that is in my life lately.”
“I want to do that for you.”
“Take care of business? So go ahead.” She propped her right leg over his shoulder and tugged the crotch of her lacy panties aside to reveal a smooth, wet sex.
He leaned in instinctively, dying to have a little taste of her.
Her sharp intake of air when his tongue delved between her lips spurred him on.
She laced her fingers through the back of his hair and circled her hips, pinning his mouth to her. “The way you wear a pair of slacks is a sin, Quinn.”
“Mmm?”
“Hard to focus on business when you look so good. Damn you.”
He chuckled against her and worked his tongue in a little more to have better access to her clit.
“Probably shouldn’t be doing this.” She pulled his face even more toward her. “Probably shouldn’t touch you, but fuck, I want to touch you. I want to make you do things.”
“Mmm.” He nodded enthusiastically against her and kept spearing her with his tongue. He wanted to taste all of her—wanted to make her legs quake and for her to call out his name in that little bathroom.
Make me do things.
“Shouldn’t want to take you home.”
Take me home, Marina. He needed his fingers to convince her. He took over holding her panties aside and she yanked his hair painfully as he slipped two fingers into her.
He liked the pain. He liked how she was so desperately steering him to get what she wanted, and he wanted to give it to her—wanted to make her happy.
“God. Fuck, yes ,” she uttered through clenched teeth as he pulled her clit into his mouth and fluttered his tongue rapidly against it. “Work that tongue for something other than running your mouth, Quinn.”
He’d keep his damn lips zipped for the rest of the day if it made her happy—if she kept letting him touch her.
The front door downstairs opened and then slammed, and Quinn shoved another finger into her and put his thumb where his tongue had been. He massaged her wet nub as he thrust his fingers in and out of her slit, and stared up at her.
Her mouth was open wide and dark eyes round. Her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers, and then her body shook hard.
He threw an arm around her ass to stabilize her as she ground out her orgasm through clenched teeth.
Footsteps sounded up the stairs and Quinn slowly, regretfully , pulled his fingers free from her and fixed her panties.
She was outside the door and waiting, a bit breathlessly, as Quinn washed his hands and grinned like an asshole at his reflection in the mirror.
“Give me a number,” the realtor said. “I’ve got the owners on standby and we can get the ball rolling tonight, if you don’t mind me acting as a dual agent.”
“No need.” Marina sounded perfectly clearheaded and professional, in spite of what she’d just had done to her.
A master at work. He couldn’t help but be impressed. Marina was a hell of a woman. Way too good for him, that was for damn sure, but knowing
“I—I—I…” He fisted his hands and shook them out again and again, trying to compartmentalize the pain. Tried to let the pleasure come to the forefront, and it was there.
Fuck, it’s there .
She loosened her grip only to press her palm against his cock and grind. “They didn’t call me,” she said. “So, that means you handled it. I doubt they’ll say anything.”
“Oh?”
“Mm-hmm.” She skimmed her hands up his arms and then down, cinching his wrists. “I think we need to take a better look at this powder room.”
“There’s not much to see to it. I mean—”
She pulled him in and closed the door.
Her hands at his shoulders pushed his knees down to the tile, and his gaze focused onto the tan smoothness of her thighs as she lifted the skirt of her sundress more and more.
“It’s cute that you thought I’d be upset about that. I rarely get upset about a man taking care of business. You have to understand how rare an occurrence that is in my life lately.”
“I want to do that for you.”
“Take care of business? So go ahead.” She propped her right leg over his shoulder and tugged the crotch of her lacy panties aside to reveal a smooth, wet sex.
He leaned in instinctively, dying to have a little taste of her.
Her sharp intake of air when his tongue delved between her lips spurred him on.
She laced her fingers through the back of his hair and circled her hips, pinning his mouth to her. “The way you wear a pair of slacks is a sin, Quinn.”
“Mmm?”
“Hard to focus on business when you look so good. Damn you.”
He chuckled against her and worked his tongue in a little more to have better access to her clit.
“Probably shouldn’t be doing this.” She pulled his face even more toward her. “Probably shouldn’t touch you, but fuck, I want to touch you. I want to make you do things.”
“Mmm.” He nodded enthusiastically against her and kept spearing her with his tongue. He wanted to taste all of her—wanted to make her legs quake and for her to call out his name in that little bathroom.
Make me do things.
“Shouldn’t want to take you home.”
Take me home, Marina. He needed his fingers to convince her. He took over holding her panties aside and she yanked his hair painfully as he slipped two fingers into her.
He liked the pain. He liked how she was so desperately steering him to get what she wanted, and he wanted to give it to her—wanted to make her happy.
“God. Fuck, yes ,” she uttered through clenched teeth as he pulled her clit into his mouth and fluttered his tongue rapidly against it. “Work that tongue for something other than running your mouth, Quinn.”
He’d keep his damn lips zipped for the rest of the day if it made her happy—if she kept letting him touch her.
The front door downstairs opened and then slammed, and Quinn shoved another finger into her and put his thumb where his tongue had been. He massaged her wet nub as he thrust his fingers in and out of her slit, and stared up at her.
Her mouth was open wide and dark eyes round. Her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers, and then her body shook hard.
He threw an arm around her ass to stabilize her as she ground out her orgasm through clenched teeth.
Footsteps sounded up the stairs and Quinn slowly, regretfully , pulled his fingers free from her and fixed her panties.
She was outside the door and waiting, a bit breathlessly, as Quinn washed his hands and grinned like an asshole at his reflection in the mirror.
“Give me a number,” the realtor said. “I’ve got the owners on standby and we can get the ball rolling tonight, if you don’t mind me acting as a dual agent.”
“No need.” Marina sounded perfectly clearheaded and professional, in spite of what she’d just had done to her.
A master at work. He couldn’t help but be impressed. Marina was a hell of a woman. Way too good for him, that was for damn sure, but knowing
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