Page 154 of Beautiful Liar

“That’s right, baby. Scream for me. Want everyone to know how fucking good this is.”

I’m way past the point of caring how raw and needy I sound as I scream some more, beg him to keep fucking me.

His eyes never leave mine as he pounds into me.

The connection is so sizzling and intense, much too soon, pressure builds again. My pussy clenches harder around him and he growls.

“Yes!”

I take that as permission and I fly.

Seconds later, Quinn lets out a primitive roar and shoots thick, hot semen inside me. He buries his face in my neck, his breathing hoarse and ragged as endless convulsions roll through him.

My arms come around him for a few seconds before I clock that I’m hugging him. I hold my breath, but he doesn’t push me away. Instead, he rolls us over and hugs me tight in return. We stay like that as we battle for air.

I kiss his skin. Breathe him in.

Beneath his fading sandalwood scent, his musk flares, wraps around me. Again it feels familiar. Again I hate myself for blurring one man into the other.

I push the thought aside and look up. He’s watching me. He leans down and presses his lips to mine.

“Thank you,” he rasps.

I fall harder. New words of love trip over my tongue. I barely manage to hold them back. “Tell me about your mom,” I say instead.

A wave of sadness rushes over his face. “She was beautiful. And funny. She loved me. She was my everything.” He doesn’t say more than that. The tight lid he keeps on his emotions won’t let him.

I have a million other questions, but I limit it to one. “You said she was saying goodbye…with that hug? Did she…?”

“Take her own life? No. That was Maxwell’s job.”

I gasp. “Your father killed her?”

He drags his gaze from mine, his face a frozen landscape once again. “She ended her life in the technical sense, but Maxwell took her life long before she died.”

“Oh, Quinn.”

His arms tighten painfully around me. After a few minutes, his gaze finds mine, digs feverishly into me. “Things are going to get intense over the next week, Elyse. You won’t like me very much when it’s all over. But I hope you’ll understand.”

Panic claws up my spine. “I—what—?”

He kisses me hard. “Don’t ask questions. I won’t answer them. And nothing you can say will change anything. The course is set. But I need what’s happening here, right now. I hope you want it too.” He stops and sucks in a breath. “If you don’t I’ll…try to understand.”

I have two options. Say no and destroy the finite time we have together. Say yes, endure the uncertainty of what’s coming…while loving and making love with Quinn in the time we have together. The choice is laughably easy. “I want what you want.”

The answer earns me another earth-shaking smile. The cock still buried inside me begins to harden. I gasp with the wonder of him filling me up. When I attempt to sit up, Quinn holds me down. He spreads my thighs with his, and with one hand on my lower back and one hand around my shoulders, he pistons inside me.

My eyes roll and I lunge for his mouth. We stay like that, kissing and fucking until another climax breaks over us.

Eventually, he lets me up so I can use the bathroom. I’m sticky and sweaty, so I hit the shower in the small en-suite. The need to return to the bedroom, to Quinn, makes me rush through washing.

When I’m done, I don’t bother to dry off. I wrap the towel around me and enter the bedroom.

Quinn’s not there. His wallet is on the bedside table, but his clothes are gone. I force down the tiny spurt of alarm and open the bedroom door. He’s not in the hallway or the landing. I shut the door again and look around for a note or a clue of where he is.

Nothing.

Okay…

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