Page 55 of The Arrangement

Clark was panting now, her body writhing as if it wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. So I rolled my hips, one hand dipping under her stomach to circle her clit while my other hand continued to stroke and tease her hole.

"Relax, Lace, you can take it," I whispered deeply, still not sure how I hadn't cum inside her already as I barely breached the tight muscles. Clark moaned as she pushed back, pressing my cock deeper and the finger up to the second knuckle.

I clucked my tongue as she ground out another moan. "Gotta be quiet, sweetheart, or someone will hear." That shut her up but I saw the shiver that ran up her spine. "Do you want to come with my cock inside you and my finger in your ass?"

Clark was whining, shaking her head as I spoke. "Please."

Rolling my hips again, I already felt the pressure building. "Please, what?"

"Please let me cum Wolfe!" Clark snapped, her voice cracking as if she was only held together by my hands. I couldn't tease her any longer, and to be honest, if I was any harder, I might need the hospital,so I snapped my hips and thrust into her quick succession as I threw my head back. I could feel her everywhere, the way her body was trembling in exhaustion and pleasure, the way her pussy walls were pulsing as circled her clit again and again until I saw her press her fist into her mouth to muffle the scream that erupted from her as she came.

At that point, I was nothing but a live wire as I drove into her again and again, coaxing her through her orgasm. I met her there with a groan as I pressed my forehead against her shoulder blades and fought to control my breathing.

"Fuck did we really just do that?" Clark laughed as I slipped out of her with a moan. As I sat back on my haunches and ripped my mask off, I blew a breath, dislodging my dark hair plastered against my forehead.

"If you think I'm done with you yet, you have another thing coming, Clark."

Chapter 27

Georgia

Ihad barely caught my breath, my legs still trembling from the force of my orgasm as he said, “If you think I’m done with you, you have another thing coming, Clark.”

“There's no way I could again,” I whispered nearly breathlessly as I sat down on the thick blanket he’d had the forethought to bring. However, my stomach fluttered when he tilted his head at my response, his eyes flickering over my naked body.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Quinn replied, still on his knees, naked in all his glory, as soft lights danced over his tanned body and dark tattoos.

My breath quickened as he moved towards me, and I crawled back until my back hit the bookcase; I didn’t know what to do at this point. What did he want?

“Stand up,” He demanded, voice deep and hungry, and fuck if I didn’t stand on my shaking legs, gripping at the shelves behind me for support. Quinn stayed on his knees in front of me and the sight stole the breath from my lungs; the strong body was kneeling, hands on his muscular thighs as his head tilted up towards me. The mask was half rolled up to his nose and he was panting, pupils blown wide.

“What are you?—”

“What's your favorite book?” Quinn asked, his hands moving to grip my hips as if I was even capable of moving at this point.

“Um, I don’t know. Why are you asking?—”

“Jesus, first book at the top of your head, Clark, don’t overthink it,” he growled, thumbs circling my hip bones.

“Fine, um, Wuthering Heights!” I exclaimed, closing my eyes to try to focus on any thought at all, with Qui—Wolfe kneeling in front of me. He grinned crookedly as his eyes quickly roamed the shelves while I stood panting, my body still buzzing from the full-body orgasm I had just experienced minutes earlier.

Ripping me out of my post-coital reverie was Quinn slapping a paperback against my chest, my hands scrambling to grab the book as he let go.

“Read it to me.”

Shaking my head, I look down to see the cream-colored, slightly torn copy of Wuthering Heights in my hands. “Are you joking?”

The man settled back on his knees, rolling his shoulders as if stretching. “Do I look like I’m joking, Clark?”

I rolled my eyes. “This is stupid, there's no way I’m reading Brontë for a porno.”

Quinn shrugged. “It's public domain, Clark.” He licked his lips slowly, methodically. Did he know what he was doing to me? “Don’t tell me you haven’t fantasized even once about fucking in your little bookshop.”

I didn’t even get a chance to argue as he brought his mouth to my thigh, kissing there lightly as his fingers moved to grip my ass.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” Quinn whispered against my skin, nipping at the sensitive skin he found there. When I remained still, the book still clutched in my hand, he raised his gaze to mine with a wink. “Tapping out so soon, Clark?”

It was that dare, that dark look that glanced over his golden eyes, that had me swallowing hard and raising my chin. Before I knew it, my leg was tossed over his shoulder, his hands gripping my hips as Quinn then hoisted my other leg over him, leaving me bared completely to him as I arched back into the books.

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