Page 70 of The One for Forever

But I’m naked in bed with his friend, and my conscience is nagging at me. I just want to set that aside for now. I’ll figure out how to handle Cliff later. Soon. Just not yet. Not when Quinn and I are so new. It’s perfect now, what we have. What we’re starting to build. I look over at her and warmth fills my chest.

I’ve felt tenderness toward Quinn for years. This extra element to our relationship is a shift. A seismic one. Yet that deep affection is still there at the core of my feelings for her. It would be easy to keep on falling. Let this take me over completely. It should be scary to risk my heart like that again, knowing how it feels to lose everything. But stopping this would be even worse. I can’t go back to being half-alive. Quinn makes me whole again.

There’s no way this can stay a secret for long, nor do I want it to. Lark knows, and I’m pretty sure Sylvie and Angela do too. The rumors are likely spreading through my bodyguard team after that delivery of roses I requested yesterday. Luckily none of them are close to my son.

But I have this thread of worry that telling Cliff too soon will break the bubble of happiness we’re in. As if he’ll point out all the reasons that Quinn shouldn’t want me. The ways I’m not enough.

And then she’ll come to her senses and call this off.

“Are you staring at me?” she asks sleepily, her eyes still closed. “It feels like you’re staring at me.”

I turn onto my side and drape my arm over her. I press a kiss to her forehead. Then one to her nose. “Just your kissing wake-up service. As requested.”

The dazzling smile she gives me when she opens her eyes steals my breath. “Morning.”

“How’s your head?”

“I wish you would stop asking me that. Answer’s the same as yesterday.”

Which means she feels pretty good, but not one hundred percent yet. Would she tell me if she felt worse after last night? “I can’t help it. It’s my job to take care of you.”

“I like the other ways you take care of me.” Quinn shifts so her bare ass is up against my crotch, and she wiggles closer. A clear invitation.

“Are you sure you feel up to that?” I ask. “I had you up late.”

“If you’re up to it, then I am. Come on, old man. I think you’re making excuses.”

With a growl, I pounce on her. Gently, of course. I thrust my erection against her cheeks. Quinn turns her head to kiss me, both of us too aroused to worry about morning breath. Soon, I’ve got a condom on and I’m sliding into her tight, wet heat from behind as we lie on our sides. Quinn’s eyelids are heavy with lust as she looks over her shoulder at me. Her whimpers, our heavy breathing, and the slick sound of our bodies meeting heighten the experience.

“Touch me,” she begs.

I trail my hand down her stomach and between her legs to play with her clit. My fingers feel the pressure of my cock pumping inside her. I’m not trying to draw this out. I’m too worked up. She comes undone quickly, her cries muffled by my tongue in her mouth, and a few hard and fast thrusts later, I follow her. Pleasure shoots like lightning as my balls empty into the condom.

We lie there, catching our breaths.

“Before the last couple of days,” she says, “I thought sex wasn’t as amazing as people talk it up to be. Now I see what they’re always going on about.”

Chuckling, I drop kisses all over the side of her face. “I thought I could live without it, too. Iwasliving without it. But with you, I just want more every time.”

“Let’s stay in bed all day.”

“I would love that.”

I don’t know how many more times I can come today. But my body has been rising to the challenge so far. Pun intended. It’s like Quinn is infusing me with her energy and vibrance. I’ve got to keep up with her. My ego won’t allow anything else.

An unexpected sound reaches my ears, and I sit up rapidly.

I think that was the front door opening.

And then the quiet beeps of someone pushing buttons on the Bennett Security alarm panel. There’s only one person who knows my code to disarm the system. Only one person with a key to this house.

Quinn’s eyes are wide. She’s realized something is up too. But we don’t have a chance to do anything. Footsteps cross the small main room. Then Cliff’s voice rings out.

“Dad? Are you here? Quinn’s room is empty. Where is she?”

Quinn vaults out of my bed. “What do we do?” she hisses.

I’m cursing myself inside my head, but now is not the time to panic. I get up and grab my sweats from the floor, trying to think.

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