Page 80 of Home Coming

Bailey blindly hit the switch to turn on the lights while Quinn shoved the door closed and somehow managed to flip the lock all while they were joined at the mouth.

Once they were safely locked inside together, he pushed her up against the door and groaned against her mouth.

His display of unbridled passion worked worlds to soothe the heartbreak she’d felt since waking up that morning and finding him gone with nothing but a note about security left behind him.

While sad, she’d missed him. While angry, she railed silently against him. All while pretending to everyone else she was fine. In private she’d cried. Screamed. And written an entire album.

But that whole time she’d been wrong.It wasn’t unrequited, he’d said backstage.

He was proving that now.

“Want you,” he growled.

“You can have me,” she said, smothering thepleaseas she fought the urge to beg him to get naked already. She’d waited half her life for this.

“Bed,” he said as his lips brushed her throat.

The suite wasn’t quite as large as the one they’d had for the GMA interview but it still had a separate bedroom. More importantly, it had a king-sized bed.

They were going to make use of every inch of that mattress if Quinn’s enthusiasm in kissing her while they were upright and pressed against the door was any indication.

Her cell phone vibrated and as distracting as Quinn sliding his hands from her hips to her ass was she still—shamefully—glanced at the screen.

Xander was calling her on FaceTime.

Quinn stopped kissing her to eye the screen. His brows rose then he took the cell from her and hit to connect the call. “Little busy here, Xander,” Quinn said as her cheeks began to burn.

“Yes, so I see. I also saw you put Axel on his ass on video. You have a good lawyer for when he sues you?” Xander asked.

“You got a lawyer to countersue for him roughing up Bailey and refusing to let her go after she requested he do so multiple times, which forced me to have to take action in the line of duty as her bodyguard?” Quinn countered.

He spoke surprisingly well for a man with a raging hard-on straining the zipper of his jeans.

“So you’re back on the job as her security?” Xander asked.

“Right now, I am.”

Xander nodded. “Good to hear. Bailey…”

Quinn faced the phone at her and she got a look at herself in the little window next to Xander’s larger image. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes bright. Her cheeks flushed. And she was well on her way to having sex hair.

Ignoring how she looked, she said, “Yes?”

“Unrequitedjust hit number one.”

Quinn snorted. “Wait until she writes her new song.”

“There’s a new song?” Xander asked, looking excited.

“There will be after I give her the inspiration. Goodnight, Xander. Don’t call again until late tomorrow. We plan to be busy.” Quinn hit to disconnect the call then tossed the cell on the table by the door.

“That okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“Good. Oh, and you can get that worried frown off your face. Axel’s not gonna sue. He was humiliated both by your rejection—which I loved, by the way—and by me knocking him on his ass with barely a punch.”

“Thatwas barely a punch?”

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