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When he slid her panties aside and began stroking her wet slit, she wanted to cry out. Instead, she bit her lip and drew in a sharp breath as he sank two fingers knuckles-deep, thrusting them in and out of her body. His thumb circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and she knew she was on the verge of fracturing. He still remembered exactly how she liked to be touched.

“Brax…God…” Her breathy voice sounded foreign to her own ears and she tried to clamp her thighs together, struggling to keep control. But when it came to Brax, she had no control.

A hard, swift orgasm hit her and she fell forward and bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. As her inner muscles pulsed and fluttered, she rocked against his hand, letting the pleasure consume her.

His long fingers slowly curled inside her as he kissed her thoroughly, his thumb still playing her clit like some kind of master musician. The long, wet, hot kiss left her needing his cock so badly, she couldn’t see straight. When she reached for his zipper, he stepped back, pulling his hand away, and she groaned in protest.

“I’m not fucking you hard and fast in a bathroom,” he told her, silver eyes flashing. “Especially not with everyone so close.No, Cherry, I’m going to wait until we’re alone and back on the ground. Then I’m going to do all the dirty things you love until you’re screaming my name again.

“Tomorrow,” he predicted confidently, “your voice will be hoarse and your pussy is going to be sore.”

His words, and the anticipation of what was to come, made her wetter.

“How much longer?” she asked again, voice breathless.

With a smirk, he checked his watch again. “Three hours, twenty-two minutes and ten seconds.”

Not soon enough.

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After their steamy encounter in the bathroom, Quinn needed to cool off. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long drink. Brax was still in the bathroom, most likely trying to get his raging cock under control. She couldn’t wait to take him deep, until he was stretching and filling her body like only he could.

God, she’d waited five long, lonely years and her pussy was weeping for him. Her drawer of toys couldn’t compare to the way he moved, the way he could make her come over and over with his mouth, his fingers and that big, beautiful, magical cock of his.

Dropping down in a seat, she sighed deeply.

“Everything okay?” Inda asked from across the aisle, studying her closely, her caramel eyes dancing with humor.

“Never been better,” Quinn murmured, unable to stop the smile that spread from ear to ear.

While Inda had been helping her get ready for the nightclub earlier, the two had talked candidly about Brax and her, and how their relationship had ended so abruptly. Neither ever found closure, and Quinn had found herself confiding in the other woman. She was easy to talk to and a good listener. She also had Brax’s best interests at heart and it made Quinn happy to know Inda had his back. All of Ex Nihilo did. They were a good group of people and, well, she was glad she hadn’t killed them.

“The team has a running bet about who will get pregnant first,” Inda said. “My money was on Harper, but now I’m not so sure.”

Quinn felt her cheeks flush, not sure how to respond. She and Brax had a lot of time to make up for, and the idea of having his baby…well, strangely enough, it appealed to her. Being a mom wasn’t something she’d ever spent a lot of time thinking about, especially after she ran away and went off-grid. But if she ever became pregnant, she knew there was only one man she wanted to be the father.

As if in answer, Brax walked down the aisle, his gait a bit uneven. He sat down beside her and gave her a panty-melting smile. His large hand slid over hers and their fingers threaded. “To be continued,” he murmured in a low, sexy voice.

Her stomach fluttered and she squeezed his hand in answer.

Yes, they definitely were not finished with each other.

Chapter Fourteen

The moment the plane landed, Braxton jumped up out of his seat. It had been the longest flight of his life and he’d spent the entire trip battling a hard-on for his ex-wife. Which led him to two conclusions: one, he still wanted Quinn badly and, two, he must be out of his damn mind.

It wasn’t his mind doing the thinking right now, though. And the aching in his long-dormant dick refused to be denied much longer.

After grabbing several bags of gear and tossing them in the back of one of the Suburbans, he and Quinn got in her car. The steamy looks and secret touches they kept exchanging promised a night full of pleasure, and he had to force himself to keep his attention on the road.

Brax just wasn’t sure what lay beyond tonight. He found himself having dangerous thoughts about a future, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. One step at a time. They had a lot to talk about, but that would have to wait. First, he was going to fuck Quinn into oblivion. Until they were both thoroughly sated and exhausted. The woman had stamina, though, so he knew it would be a long, vigorous night. His body thrummed in anticipation.

The moment they arrived at the warehouse, Brax parked the car, killed the engine and flung the door open before the rest of his team had even parked. Quinn hopped out just as quickly.

“Go right ahead,” Saint said with a smirk, getting out of the SUV. “Demon and I can handle the gear.”

Brax nodded a quick thanks and tugged Quinn toward the elevator. He heard the men chuckle as he practically hauled her inside the cab and slammed the button to take them up. The moment the door closed, their bodies collided, and they kissed hungrily. Brax had never felt so much overpowering need in his life.

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