Page 78 of The Boss

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Forever.

I make a needy sound I should probably be embarrassed about.

One side of his lip twitches but he doesn’t smirk. He’s too intense, too focused.

I can’t get over that look on his face and I also can’t take this anymore.

“Quinn, I—ah!”

He thrusts into me, with two fingers, has to be.

“So tight,” he hisses, watching me.

I moan.

My back arches.

I’m so close already.

I talked a big game but I’m…I’ve…I’ve never experiencedthis.

He watches my face, then his fingers as he draws them in and out. Then at me again.

“Look, Luna,” he commands in that low, gritty voice from the mat. I love it.

I do steal a quick glance down and…wow. Every man with a woman is watching us and fingering the shit out of his partner. Some of the women are watching too.

“Mhm. Every fucking person wants my wife,” Quinn says. He locks eyes with me and adds, “Including me.”

I moan again.

He curses a string of Irish words and changes what he’s doing, pushing harder and hitting a different spot.

“Look, baby. Look,” he grits out the command to me.

I make eye contact with one man, then another, their mouths are parted and they’re pumping their fingers in another woman but…

This is…

They…

This is so hot…

“Quinn,” I warn.

“Fuck!” He says, pulling me off the ledge and over to a lounge chair in a quick, fluid motion. “Now you look at me.” Hecommands. The break gives me a second to reset but I’m still close. But I want more.

“Kiss me,” I ask him.

“Tell me,” he says back, lips close to mine again, but not touching. Just like always.

“Please I…I’m…”

“I know you’re close. So fucking beautiful,” he watches me. I close my eyes and slam my mouth shut until he says, “No, Luna, let them hear you.”

He pushes down on my throbbing clit and…

I…

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