Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Margot’s dark hair fanned out around her head on the pillow. Her arms were lying above her head, just as he left them. She was biting her bottom lip and squirming. Her eyes roamed all over his naked body, taking in every inch. Quinn’s whole body was on fire just from her appraisal.
“Please, Quinn. I need you,” she panted, her accent a bit thicker than normal.
Quinn almost came right then and there. He leaned over the bed and grabbed his wallet out of his jeans. He always kept a condom in there, just in case. He pulled it out, tore it open, and rolled it on, all while moving back between her legs and leaning over her. He held her wrists again as he used his other hand to dip between her legs. He kissed her languidly as he slipped a finger inside of her. A strangled cry escaped her. Quinn pulled his finger out and slid it up to her clit. Margot whimpered when he started tracing circles around her clit.
“Quinn,” she pleaded, arching under him.
Quinn obliged her. He used the hand torturing her clit to position himself at her core. “Is this what you want?” he murmured against her lips.
“Oui! Yes! Please!”
Quinn slowly pushed into her and her breath caught. He used his free hand to grab the back of her thigh and hike her leg up a little higher. He was shaking from the intensity of how good Margot felt...she felt so fucking good. Once fully sheathed, Quinn pulled back and thrust forward a bit faster and more forceful than before. She cried out and dug her head back into the pillow. Quinn eventually found a rhythm that was good for both of them.
He released her wrists but threaded his fingers in hers. He dropped down so that his body was actually touching hers - a first for him. He usually kept a little space between him and his bed partner. With Margot though, he found himself wanting to touch her. He may not be completely comfortable with letting her touch him yet, but maybe eventually. Shit, he didn’t know. This was all new to him. He didn’t understand what it was about her, but touching her felt right. It rather freaked him the hell out.
Quinn’s mouth hovered over Margot’s as he thrust into her. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Her beautiful face flushed and she panted hard. Something shifted in Quinn as he stared down at her. Something that he didn’t want to think about or even acknowledge. He pushed all thoughts aside so he could focus on the exquisite feeling that was Margot. Her body started to coil tighter and he knew she was getting close.
“Look at me, Margot. I want to see your eyes when you come,” Quinn whispered huskily.
Margot dragged her eyes open to peer into his. Her breath hitched and her hands squeezed his tighter. He could see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open. She murmured something in French then let out a strangled cry. He felt her body seize around him. Quinn couldn’t look away from her even if he wanted to. She was magnificent in her ecstasy. He had never seen anything like it. Quinn was lost in her. He dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her hard as he came like never before. His whole body shuttered and twitched as he cried out against her mouth. He swore he has never made so much noise during sex before. Reality came crashing down on him a few moments later. Holy shit! He just had sex with Margot!
Chapter 3
Margot laid there panting as Quinn rolled off her. He flipped over onto his back with a groan. Did Margot seriously just have sex with Quinn? Had she really been the one to come onto him? She knew she wanted him and being drunk just made it worse. He looked so sexy sitting against the headboard that Margot just couldn’t help herself. Did that make her a whore? Whatever, what woman wouldn’t want to have sex with Quinn? A blind one maybe.
“Did we seriously just do that?” Quinn rumbled next to her.
Margot rolled onto her side to face him, tucking her hands under her face. He was staring at the ceiling, one hand resting on his chest, the other tossed over his head. “Oui,” Margot answered quietly.
“I thought so,” he murmured and nodded.
“It was wonderful. You definitely know what you are doing.” Margot smirked. She went to slide her hand over his chest but then remembered his earlier words, ‘You can’t touch me.’
Quinn chuckled low then turned his head to look at her. His brown eyes were heavy lidded and his cheeks were flushed slightly. His lips were darker and plumper than normal, most likely from all the kissing they did. He looked stunning in post coital bliss.