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“Yeah. I’m tired. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

They nod.

“Call me tomorrow, you hear?” Ethan says, giving me the same knowing lookhe issued me when I arrived in this funk of a mood.

“I hear ya,” I reply, grateful I have him to talk to.Even when I don’t want to talk.“See you later guys.”

I head down the stairs and I’m just about to go down the corridor that will lead me out the back exit when I see her and I stop in my tracks.

Quinn Cambray is sitting in a little booth on the second floor with her friends.She’s one floor down from where I am and there’s not a man within her vicinity who’s not looking at her.Her friends all look good too, but there’s always been an elegance about Quinn that’s eye catching and tempting.I’ve always thought it was down to her having the kind of beauty that radiates from the inside out.She doesn’t have to try to look the way she does.

Tonight she’s wearing a simple bodycon dress with her hair cascading down her shoulders in graceful waves.But she could be wearing a paper bag.

Just like that night weeks ago, the men who are watching her aren’t looking because they know who she is.That’s just one more thing and perhaps a good excuse to look.

I’m, however, joining the host of admirers watching the beauty because she’s exactly that.Beautiful.

I continue staring because I can't stop,and it must be some mystical force that makes her pick me out amongst the sea of admirers with eyes glued to her when she turns her head and looks straight at me.

I’m about forty feet away and the only light is the flashingclub lights, but it takes seconds for her to recognize me.

The moment she does my cock hardens and I almost feel her arousal from all the way over here.I can almost, almost see those eyes of hers darken with desire as she thinks about us in the throes of passion and the way I took her on the desk of my office.

I don’t give a flying fuck that anybody heard us.

One of her friends says something and the others start laughing, so she glances away and gives them a little smile.They haven’t seen me yet.

When she looks back over to me as if to check I’m still here my lips twitch into a little smile because there’s only one thing I want tonight and that’s her.

Once again the rebel in me strikes with the devil riding my shoulder.Why be the loser who has to jerk off in the shower when who I want is right over there.A stone’s throw away from me.

I don’t have to guess if she wants me too, because I can see it in her eyes.

Want is there just as badly as need.That’s a deadly combination few can resist.I won’t claim to be the type of man who can.

Attraction sparks with every second that passes, and Isilently call to her to come to me with alingering stare she can't mistake for anything but need.

It has to be her who does this next part.Not me. It has to be her who comes to me.

When she stands, I all but rejoice and it’s then Bree sees me too and seems to know what I’m waiting for.

Bree gives Quinn a reassuring nod when she looks at her while the other women chatter, not paying attention to what’s happening outside their conversation.

When Quinn’s eyes find me again I know she’s going to be mine tonight.

She walks along the pathway leading around to where I stand and it’s only when she approaches the door that I move to meet her halfway.

The magnetism that pulls us together takes over and I reach for her when she gets to me, capturing her pretty mouth for a hungry kiss.

She kisses me back with the same desire, yielding to her need for me.

As much as I’d like to continue kissing her, that’s not all I plan to do to her and we can’t do what I have in mind out in the open for all to see.

Reluctantly I pull away from her lips and take her hand instead.She looks nervous as fuck, but then she always looked that way when it came to me because I’m unpredictable.

She has no idea what I plan to do to her, all she knows is she’s going to end up in my bed.

The salacious thought makes me smile and I lead her away in silence, allowing the primal desire writhing through my body to guide me.