Page 96 of The One for Forever

“You get off on competency?”

“In a gorgeous woman? Hell yeah, I do. I was in the service for twenty years. There are few things I appreciate more than a job well done, and you’re making me very hot and bothered.”

She grins, then shifts so her leg hitches over my thigh. She takes my free hand and guides it between her legs beneath the T-shirt. She’s naked. Soft and wet and oh-so-warm. “Want to show me?”

“That would be my pleasure.”

I slide down the mattress until my mouth is in just the right place. My hands grasp the backs of her knees and spread them wide. And then I show her with my lips and tongue how much I appreciate her.

“Wait,” Quinn gasps. “Let me suck you at the same time?”

“A team effort. I like it.”

I lie on my back, pushing my boxers to my thighs, and she crawls over me on her hands and knees. I’m halfway hard already, but Quinn takes my cock into her mouth, and my length rapidly fills and stiffens against her swirling tongue. She’s still wearing my T-shirt, which brushes my stomach. I push the fabric over her hips to expose her bottom half.

Mmmm.

I lift my upper body so I’ve got the ideal angle, and I push my tongue inside her. She quivers. I feel the vibrations of her moans on my cock since it’s filling her mouth.

We bring each other to the brink, and then over the edge. In sync, every step of the way.

27

Our car pulls up to the gate, and Cliff buzzes down the driver’s side window at the guard kiosk. The mansion beyond the high stucco wall is awash with lights, music, and voices.

“Invitation?” the guard asks.

“Ms. Ainsley?” Cliff glances back at me, and I hand him my phone. The guard scans the code on my screen. Frowns.

My heart beats rapidly at my throat.

Someone in the long line of cars behind us honks impatiently. Beside me, Rex squeezes my hand.It’s going to work, I can feel in his gesture, as if he said it aloud.

This had better work. Because our plan will collapse if it doesn’t.

We’ve spent the last several days prepping and avoiding the media. Interest in Amber’s story has snowballed since her acquittal at trial. Lana has been making statements in writing only since she’s on bed rest. I’ve had more requests for interviews than I can count.

I expect to be recognized tonight. But that’s all part of the elaborate setup we’ve designed. Just like a movie.

As long as I can get inside.

My grip on Rex’s hand gets tighter the longer we wait. The guard is staring at his screen.

And then, finally, he nods. “Welcome, Ms. Ainsley and Mr. Easton. Go on ahead.”

I exhale. The gate slides open, and Cliff pulls us forward into a circular drive. A line of photographers and reporters peers at our tinted windows, though they can’t see us inside.

“I knew Sylvie would come through on the invite,” I say.

“Really?” Rex smirks. “You seemed pretty nervous there.”

“Hey, it’s been a stressful few days.”

“I know, sweetheart.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me in for a kiss. “You’ve got this. I love you.”

I spot Cliff looking in the rearview mirror, a hesitant smile tugging at his lips. At least that much has improved.

“Love you too,” I whisper. “Always and forever.” I say those words without thinking, but I truly do mean them.

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