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  When she realized he still wore his boots, she giggled like a preteen girl. Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes at how easily he made her abandon her serious, reserved nature.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You still have your boots on.”

  His delectable lips curled up at the corners in a devilish smile. “Why don’t you help me take them off?”

  She stood and turned to grab his boot before remembering she only wore a few scraps of lace. Looking behind her, she realized his eyes were glued to her butt.

  “Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “Bend over just a little more so I can get a better look at your ass.”

  She dropped his foot like it was on fire and spun around. He jerked his eyes to her face.

  “Why did you stop?” he asked fiercely.

  She groaned, torn between extreme mortification and mind-numbing lust.

  “Turn around right now,” he demanded.

  He obviously liked to be in charge in the bedroom . . . or in the living room, as the case may be. Her sexual experience was limited, but her other lovers had not been nearly so dominating.

  She was surprised to find that she delighted in his aggression. But right now, she had her own agenda. He’d made her scream his name, and she wanted to return the favor.

  “I’ll turn around and take off your boots if you promise not to touch me while I’m doing it.”

  “Hell, no. There’s no way I’m going to make that promise.”

  She shrugged as if his answer didn’t matter to her. “Then you can take off your own boots.”

  He gave her an assessing glance. “So I can look but not touch? Is that it?”

  She nodded. “Exactly.”

  “What about talking?”

  She was confused. “What do you mean?”

  “Can I talk while you take off my boots?”

  “Sure.”

  He nodded. “I accept your terms.” He twirled his finger in a motion that indicated he wanted her to turn around. “Get busy.”

  She glared at his bossiness but followed his direction, straddling his leg and tugging on his boot. He didn’t move a muscle to help her.

  She could feel his gaze burning against her backside for several moments before he spoke. “Your skin is so creamy. I can see bruises on your ass where I gripped it when I was deep inside you.”

  She sucked in an embarrassed breath but continued to pull on his boot. So that was what he’d meant when he had asked if he could “talk.” She should have known.

  “I love the way your panties are trapped between your round cheeks. I want to shove my face right there.”

  Her whole body flushed with heat. She was so wet she could feel her arousal on her inner thighs, and she silently vowed to do everything she could to make him beg . . . once she got his boots off.

  “Shut up.”

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone deceptively innocent. “You told me it was okay to talk.”

  With a growl, she gave his boot another tug. Finally, it slipped off, and she turned her attention to the other boot. He braced his sock-covered foot against her butt, pushing a little to help her.

  “We weren’t very adventurous over the weekend,” he continued. “Except for the shower. That was fun.” He paused. “I’m going to love fucking you from behind, holding your sweet ass in my hands and pushing my cock into your tight pussy over and over.”

  Her breath got stuck in her chest at the image he had painted with his words, and blood roared in her ears. He had absolutely no inhibitions, nothing to censor the dirtiest thoughts from spilling out of his mouth.

  “I can’t believe you!” she sputtered. “I could never say the things you just said. I don’t even think them.”

  He chuckled. “I’m just getting started, Juice.”

  Lyndon Baines Johnson!

  Clenching her hands around his boot, she gave a firm tug. She stumbled a bit as it came off, but caught herself by grabbing the edge of the table.

  She stepped back, and he pushed off his jeans and underwear. His erect penis rose from a tuft of dark hair, a thick stalk marked with an intricate tracing of veins. It curved upward toward his stomach, a drop of shiny fluid oozing from the plump tip.

  Saliva pooled in her mouth. She wanted him between her lips and against her tongue. She had never given a blow job, but she didn’t really care if her inexperience showed.

  Dropping to her knees in front of him, she bent forward and gave the tip of his penis a long lick. His taste filled her mouth, earthy and salty, and she wrapped her lips around the purplish head to suck deeply. The skin of his penis was smooth against her tongue, and she laved it gently.

  With a loud gasp, he fisted his hands in her hair. She pulled back and looked into his gorgeous face.

  “Is this okay?” she asked.

  His eyes widened. “Holy shit. Of course it’s okay. It’s better than okay.”

  He smoothed her hair away from her face, and she took in as much of his length as she could. She did her best to create suction with her lips and mouth, using her tongue to circle the head of his penis.

  She hoped she was doing it right. She hoped he liked it because she sure did, a lot more than she had thought she would.

  Quinn trembled under her hands, breathing heavily as he began to thrust into her mouth. Cupping his testicles in her hand, she squeezed gently, trying a move she’d read about in a magazine but had never had a chance to use.

  “Goddamn,” he moaned as he abruptly pulled out of her mouth.

  She looked up at him, licking her lips, and he groaned. “Amelia, I’m going to embarrass myself. If you take me in your mouth again, I’m going to shoot off in seconds. Or I’m going to explode the moment I get inside your body. I’m too close, and your hot pussy will be the first one I’ve ever felt without a rubber.” He rubbed his hands over his face. “Let me get you off first so I won’t feel so selfish.”

  “No,” she countered, shaking her head. “I want to finish.”

  She didn’t wait for him to reply, sucking his penis into her mouth and sliding her lips up and down his thick length. Within seconds, he fisted his hands in her hair and held her head still.

  He moaned her name, barely audible, as his hips arched off the sofa. Hot pulses of semen splashed into her mouth, surprising her with the volume and velocity. She swallowed greedily, loving the taste of him.

  After a moment, he loosened his fingers from her hair, and his penis slipped from her mouth. She swept her hand across her lips to catch any excess fluid before wiping it on her panties. Glancing up, she fell into his deep blue gaze.

  “You’re going to destroy me,” he said hoarsely, his eyes dark and serious.

  She crawled onto his lap, careful to position herself sideways so she didn’t crush any important parts. She snuggled against his chest, and he looped his arms around her to pull her close.

  He stroked her side and hip in a long caress, up and down, over and over, and her nipples hardened as his fingertips rasped over her skin. He nuzzled her hair, and when he found her ear, he sucked gently on the lobe.

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  Something loosened in her chest. Tears stung her eyes, and she tucked her face against her shoulder.

  What’s happening to me?

  He took advantage of the new position to run his tongue down the side of her neck, biting the skin lightly before pulling it into his mouth. He licked and sucked her throat, paying special attention to the place where her pulse beat rapidly.

  Palming her cheek, he turned her face back to his. “Kiss me,” he demanded, his eyes focused on her lips.

  She placed her mouth against his and sank into a kiss so deep it felt like her soul was pulled from her body. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and when she retreated, he followed with his, aggressively s
troking the interior of her mouth.

  He nipped at her lips before following with several light darts of his tongue. She savored his taste, realizing that Quinn was quickly becoming her favorite flavor.

  Moving his hand from her face, he cupped her breast, kneading it gently through the fabric of her bra. Suddenly, the flimsy material felt too heavy.

  “Take it off,” she requested.

  He reached around her and unhooked the clasp on her bra. The undergarment fell forward, and she untangled it from her arms and pulled it from her breasts.

  He rubbed his thumb across her nipple, rolling and pinching lightly. He scraped his fingernail gently across the tip, and a tingle shot through her entire body, radiating out from her center.

  Shifting her on his lap, he pulled her nipple into his mouth. He created a strong suction, and she felt it deep inside. She squirmed against him, surprised to find him fully erect. Hugely erect, in fact.

  Ooh, I’m a lucky girl.

  She wiggled again, desperate to feel him inside her, and he laughed softly. Reaching down, he tugged off her panties in one smooth movement. He was like a magician. They were there one second and gone the next.

  He grasped her arms, drawing her over him until she straddled his lap with her inner thighs clamped around his hips. Her knees dug into the sofa cushions, and he steadied her with one hand cupped around her butt cheek.

  He brought her closer, his penis brushing against her curls, and her vision blurred around the edges. He sucked in a breath, and suddenly his other hand was between her legs, his fingers stroking deeply inside her.

  “Amelia.” Her name was a guttural groan, almost inhuman. “Fuck. You’re so goddamn wet you’re drenching my hand.”

  His words made her quiver. Wetness spilled from her body, and she tucked her face against his shoulder, beyond embarrassed.

  Removing his hand from her body, he placed his fingers under her chin to raise her mouth to his. She could smell her scent on his fingers, and at the same time, she could still taste him.

  He slanted his lips over hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth the same way she wanted him to plunge his thick penis into her body. She moaned against his lips, and he released her mouth.

  He leaned his forehead against hers. Pressed against him, she could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

  Placing both hands on her hips, he curved his fingers to clench her butt cheeks. He kissed her forehead before shifting backward to gaze into her eyes.

  “Are you ready for this?” he rasped. “Because I’m not sure I can survive much more pleasure.”

  She laughed softly in agreement. Even though she hadn’t had an orgasm, going down on him had been rather pleasurable for her.

  She rose up on her knees to take his hard length into her body. He groaned as his penis entered her, and she shivered when she felt how hard and hot he was.

  The friction was incredible, and she tried to take more of him. She wasn’t sure if it was the position or something else, but he felt huge inside her, and she stopped when a pinch of pain intruded on the haze of pleasure.

  “Quinn,” she gasped, curling her hands around his shoulders. “Help me.”

  “Shh,” he crooned. “It’s okay. Just relax.”

  He settled his hands flat against the upper swells of her butt and pressed upward slowly until he filled her completely. The pressure inside her was so delicious she whimpered.

  He stilled. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Am I hurting you?”

  She was on the edge, ready to climax, and she wanted to hold off as long as she could. She moaned.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what? You’re okay, or I’m hurting you?” His voice sounded tight, like he could barely breathe.

  She was so focused on her own pleasure she couldn’t speak, and when she didn’t answer, he pulled out of her slightly. The drag of his penis inside her set off a series of internal trembles—not a full orgasm, more like the small shakes before a massive earthquake.

  “Amelia.” His voice was fierce against her ear. “Talk to me.”

  “I’m okay,” she gasped. “I’m okay. Just don’t move.”

  He froze, and after a moment, she relaxed against him. The movement forced him back into her body, and they both moaned. He nudged deeper, so deep she could feel his heartbeat in her core. She gave a tiny shimmy to pull him even deeper, and he sucked in a breath.

  “I’m coming,” he groaned. “Right now.”

  As he pressed her down on him, his penis jerked inside her, deep explosions that set off her own orgasm. Her internal muscles clenched tightly around his length.

  He shouted out his release while she moaned, grinding against him. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, and when it was finally over, she collapsed on top of him. She’d never been so mindless with pleasure.

  “I think you might be my Kryptonite,” he muttered weakly.

  She smiled at the idea that Quinn was Superman, and she was the material that weakened him. “Well, you definitely felt like the Man of Steel just a few seconds ago,” she replied and then giggled . . . yes, giggled . . . as his shoulders shook with mirth.

  Chapter 27

  The hallway leading to the luxury suites in the 49ers stadium was remarkably silent, especially since there were nearly seventy thousand football fans cheering inside the sports venue. Quinn’s footsteps echoed on the hard tile floor, along with Teagan’s lighter tread. He had run into her as he’d exited the bathroom. It was well into the first quarter, and he’d wondered if she would show up.

  As they reached the suite, Amelia’s laughter filtered through the door. It was such a light, happy sound he couldn’t help but smile. He’d been smiling a lot lately, and it wasn’t just because he finally had Amelia in his bed . . . although she had spent quite a bit of time there.

  After he had visited her in the penthouse and she’d given him the best hummer of his life, he’d taken her out for dinner the next night and back to his place where they’d had each other for dessert. She had come home with him Friday evening, and he had suggested that she bring an overnight bag with her so she could stay the weekend.

  He’d quickly become accustomed to falling asleep with her curly hair stuck in his stubble and her luscious ass pressed against him. He dreaded the day he had to leave her in Nashville, and he was suddenly anxious to see her again, even though he had been gone less than ten minutes.

  Opening the door to the suite, he held it for Teagan. Once they were inside, he immediately looked for Amelia’s bright head. His smile slid from his face when he saw her talking with Nick Priest.

  Teagan gasped, and he shot a quick look in her direction. She was unnaturally pale, her lipstick garishly bright in the fluorescent lighting.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked sharply, following Teagan’s gaze, which was focused on Amelia and Priest. He brought his eyes back to his sister, and she flashed a smile that looked more like a grimace.

  “Nothing,” she answered before hurrying to join their parents in the stadium chairs near the windows.

  He frowned at Teagan’s odd behavior but forgot all about it when Amelia laughed again as she visited with the man she had previously described as eye candy. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was jealous. The thought of Amelia preferring another man made him want to throw his head back and howl.

  He clenched his fists. Fucking Nick Priest. Why wasn’t he on the field with his team?

  Priest smiled when he saw Quinn, and Amelia looked over her shoulder to see what had caught his attention. When she saw him, she smiled, too, revealing the little gap between her teeth that drove him nuts.

  He had to remind himself that he couldn’t go caveman and drag Amelia away from Priest since their relationship was supposed to be a secret. Instead, he held out his hand toward the other man. Priest grabbed it in a modified shake, giving him t
he classic half hug, half backslap.

  “Priest. It’s good to see you, chief. But I have to ask . . . What are you doing here?”

  “Suspension.”

  As usual, Priest’s response was quiet and monosyllabic, and he didn’t bother to expand on his answer.

  “Nick got suspended for helmet-to-helmet contact during last week’s game, and he can’t be around the team while he’s suspended,” Amelia chimed in, her understanding of NFL rules further proof she was the hottest woman on the planet.

  Rocking back on his heels, he shoved his hands in his pockets to stop himself from snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. He brought his attention back to Priest.

  “I remember now. That was a bad hit. I was worried for a second that you wouldn’t walk away from it.”

  Priest nodded. “It hurt.”

  “Since you’re suspended, I’m surprised you didn’t stay in Nashville and catch up on your beauty sleep,” Quinn joked.

  Priest looked down, rubbing his thumb over his eyebrow. “Too long since I’d seen my favorite family,” he mumbled.

  Quinn narrowed his eyes, noticing for the first time Priest looked a little rough around the edges. His blond hair was shaggy, his eyes had dark circles under them, and stubble covered his face.

  “Have you seen Mom and Dad yet?”

  Priest nodded.

  “Where’s everyone else?” Amelia asked.

  “Cal and Saika are at Valerie’s dance recital, but they’ll be here later,” Quinn explained. “Teagan just got here. She’s sitting with my parents.”

  Priest sucked in a breath like he’d been punched in the gut before rubbing his chest with the palm of his hand. Amelia gave him a concerned glance.

  “Nick, are you okay?” she asked, placing her hand on his forearm.

  “Heartburn.”

  She made sympathetic noises as she stroked Priest’s arm, and Quinn wanted to grab her hand and tuck it into his. He was extremely annoyed by the attention she was giving Priest.