Page 33 of She Gives Love a Bad Name

For her, I’ll try.

I unlock the door and push it open. The television flickers in the corner of my eye. There’s food on the table. One place setting, just for me. Her dirty dishes are in the sink.

I creep closer to the sofa and find her passed out, her arm draped over her head. She’s wearing the clothes Claude found for her, the T-shirt riding up her side to bare her curves. Fuck.

I should let her sleep here and take the bed, but I can’t bear the thought of the sofa springs hurting her. With a groan and the restraint of a saint, I lift her and carry her into my bedroom. She nestles against me, burying her face against my neck.

Her scent surrounds me, and I’m lost.

By the time I reach the bed, I’m rock hard. I put her down and draw the sheet over her. She burrows her face into my pillow and hugs it close. A sleepy moan drifts up, arousing me even more.

With a sigh, I grab some pajamas from the closet and head for Claude’s apartment. I need a shower then food.

But I’ll never be able to sate my hunger in this state.

At Claude’s place, I turn the shower on cold and step under the spray. It doesn’t touch the heat coursing through me. Only after I take my cock in my hand and alleviate the pressure inside me am I finally able to wrangle some control of my brain.

I eat the dinner she prepared and clean the dishes. By the time I lay down on the sofa, it’s after eleven. I leave the television on and try to sleep, the background noise distracting me from the thoughts racing through my head.

This time, when I take my cock in my hand, it’s a steady hum of need pulsing through me. I stroke, slow and firm, imagining it’s Quinn. The thought of her touching me does the trick, and I’m spilling over my hand, leaving a puddle on my bare stomach.

Shit. I’m a fucking mess.

The quicker I solve this case, the better off we’ll both be.

Chapter Twelve

Quinn

Iheard him last night.

When he came into the living room and lifted me from the sofa, I pretended to be asleep. His touch burned through my sleepy haze. It took every ounce of restraint not to bury my face against his neck and arch into his warmth.

His scent lingered long after he placed me in his bed and pulled the sheet over me. Temptation pulled me into madness. I should’ve dragged him into the bed with me and taken what he clearly wanted.

The moment the front door closed, I ran to the bathroom and splashed water on my face to cool down.

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