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“I…”

“I’ll probably need to throw everyone out halfway through it so I can jerk off like a goddamn schoolboy to this image of you. Does that make you happy?” A flick of his knuckle over my straining nipple.

Too much. I can’t take it anymore. I raise pleading eyes to his. “Have mercy, Mr. Blackwood,” I whisper.

A mighty breath shudders out of him. “Have mercy? I can barely stand up straight I’m so twisted up for you.” His head drops and his mouth closes around my nipple and he draws me in a hot, merciless pull.

“Oh!” My pussy spasms around my finger, the ripples intensifying as he suckles me.

My finger has gained a life and rhythm of its own. I can’t stop the desperate plunges into my body, so I’m grudgingly thankful when Quinn’s hand closes over mine, freezes my thrusts. Thankful, but only for a second. Because my desperation is unchained.

“No…”

His sinful mouth releases my nipple, and he spears me with a silver gaze full of wicked promise. “You don’t say no to me, Elly. Remember?”

I swallow hard and stare back at him, biting my lip to keep from begging like a pathetic creature. When he waits, silent, for my consent, I finally nod. “Yes.”

“Good. Put that delicious finger in my mouth. I want a taste.” He takes his hand away and rocks back on his heels.

My body shakes with the denial of the climax I crave more than my next breath. But against every clamoring instinct, I pull out and hold my soaked finger against his mouth.

He breathes me in for a long second, the color scouring the tops of his sculpted cheeks telling their own story of the rigid control he’s exercising over his own need.

Slowly, he parts his lips, sucks me hot and hard into his mouth, and at the same time sinks two fingers deep inside me. I scream. I come. Hard.

“Yes. Oh God, yes!”

He absorbs every twitch and jerk while he sucks my finger and finger-fucks my pussy. I roll in wave after wave of endless pleasure.

The moment my body begins to quiet, he releases my finger and tips the last mouthful of wine between my breasts.

“Quinn!”

He lunges after the dark red stream, licking his way down my belly to my sex. He sucks both diamond and clit into his mouth and the sensation is like nothing I’ve every felt before. With his fingers sliding in and out of me, I’m sent on another bone-melting trip. He devours my orgasm, and when he straightens, his face is a taut mask of barely restrained arousal.

“Take me out,” he rasps in a gravel-rough voice.

God. Yes. Finally. I want to weep with relief. But I don’t have time for it as my fingers fumble for his fly. Somehow, I manage to push down his pants and boxers just as he withdraws his fingers from me and licks it clean of wine and my essence. He falls, hot and heavy and oh-so-hard into my palm, and I can’t help but pump his power through my fingers.

His hands glide over my hips to clutch my ass, and he drags me to the very edge of the table. “Are you ready to feel everything I dreamed of doing to you last year, Elly?”

“More than. Show me, please, Mr. Blackwood.”

The words barely leave my lips before I’m yanked forward and impaled on his steel-hard cock. My scream is louder than before.

His grunt shakes both our bodies. “Holy fuck!”

He holds me completely still while his cock beats a glorious, terrible tattoo inside me. With the floodgates of my orgasms seemingly open, I feel another climax claw through my bloodstream.

And Quinn feels it. “Jesus. You’re unbelievable.” The words are gasped from his soul as he pulls me closer and grinds his pelvis deeper into me until I’m poised in that exquisite, delirious place between pleasure and pain.

“You do it to me. Always. Take me, Quinn. I’m yours.”

Chapter Eight

Quinn/Q

Center Stage

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