Page 31 of Fixer for the Billionaire

And I do.

I give him exactly what he asks for, as he requests. In this moment, with Quentin on his suit-covered knees, my slippery mound against his mouth, I want to give him everything. I want in to give into something that isn't this constant need to be strong.

At his urging, I lose touch with reality. Eyes closed, head back, I let out a cry into the night.

Quentin doesn't stop. He keeps going, drawing out my climax until I'm limp, clinging to him for dear life.

He laughs softly, kissing me gently before straightening my dress.

"God, Car. You're always so responsive." Standing up, he draws me into a kiss that lets me taste myself. "Every bit of you is a delicacy. Remember that."

His grin widens as he leans in, and I start to come down from my high. A flush spreads across my skin.

I step back, putting space between us.

"What's wrong?" he asks, catching the change in my breath.

I shake my head, feeling the aftereffects intensify. "I...we can't do this, Quentin."

He looks puzzled. "And why's that?"

"Because this is reckless. We're here at your twin's engagement party, remember? My best friend's party?” I remind him.

Quentin's expression changes. "Since when do we follow rules?"

"That doesn't mean we can ignore the consequences," I counter.

He raises his chin defiantly. "What if I don't care about the consequences?"

I stare at him, heart pounding. "Quentin, is this real for you, or just a game?"

He steps closer. "You know I care about you. More than I should."

I step back. "Maybe that's the problem. We're always together. Planning this party, working on Danity's release, the upcoming wedding... It's too much."

"I get it."

"We need to figure out what 'this' is before we do something irreversible. You should... go find your date. And I need to find mine."

Quentin frowns deeply. "You can't be serious."

"I am," I say, smoothing the front of my dress and stepping back. "The wedding's in five weeks. The joint bachelor-bachelorette weekend? Only two. Everything's rushing by. And I..." I lock eyes with him, but he's unmoved. "Just give me a few days to get my head around it all, okay?"

On the terrace, under the moon's warm glow and the vast open sky, the silence between Quentin and me is thunderous.

He scrutinizes my face for what feels like forever before nodding. "Alright. I can handle that. But the bachelor and bachelorette weekend? That's in, what, two weeks?”

"I know that."

"Great. So, you've got fourteen days to figure out what you want, Sanchez."

I stiffen, crossing my arms. "And what about you, Quentin? What do you want?"

His jaw tightens as he meets my gaze. "I want to fuck you into another dimension, darling." With that, he places my black underwear into my palm and turns, his shoulders cutting through the air as he makes for the stairs. "Eleven days. I'm serious."

He disappears back into the party's soft lights, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.

The moment he's gone, I let out a breath that reaches the soles of my feet. I glance at the sky, half-expecting the moon to cool the lingering heat Quentin's words left on my skin.

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