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“Oh yeah?” he asked, looking at her.
Kaitlyn made the motion to flip her hair over her shoulder, but then she remembered she cut her hair over a year ago. “You know that already. Just like I know—
Just. Like. I. Know
—that I do it for you, Quinton,” she said with the utmost confidence.
“Oh yeah?” he asked again.
Kaitlyn turned to face him as she braced her hip against the railing. “Oh no?” she countered.
Quinton bit his lip to keep from smiling as she continued to eye him like she
dared him
to deny it.
“I want you,” he admitted.
Kaitlyn toasted his honesty before she took another sip. “But you and I would never work, because I respect you putting Lei first, and I hope you respect that I don't do casual sex. Soooo . . .”
“Here we are,” Quinton said, his eyes enjoying the feast of her beautiful face lit by the moon.
She really is pretty,
he thought.
“‘Here we are the two of us together,'” she sang off-key.
Quint laughed. “What you know about Atlantic Starr?” he asked.
“‘Secret Lovers' is classic,” she told him.
“True, true,” Quint agreed.
They fell silent again.
Kaitlyn took another sip of her wine as she cast him a look. “I know you have friends, right? I mean, there's not too many grown men that are celibate.”
“I have friends,” Quint admitted. “Willing friends.”
Kaitlyn nodded. “And was one of those
willing
friends extra willing tonight, Mr. Wells?” she asked before tilting her head back to finish the last of her wine.
Quint looked up at the moon and then back over at her. “I didn't make love to another woman tonight, Kaitlyn,” he said softly but firmly.
She believed him. “You and I would be
so
good,” she added as she turned to sashay back into her apartment.
“Damn good,” he called behind her just before she closed the door.
C
HAPTER
10
Kaitlyn fell back against her door as soon as she closed it. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she waited for normalcy. Everything felt like it was on overload.
“I want you.”
She smiled softly as his words seemed to float over her body like the caress of his hands. Quinton Wells made her completely breathless. Completely.
His beauty was evident.
His physique was flawless.
His touch was electric.
His smile was charismatic.
The man had her
all
the way gone.
And the fact they both admitted it—but accepted that it couldn't be—made her want him all the more. The temptation of it was addictive.
She pursed her lips and pressed her hand to her neck to feel her pulse rapidly racing against her fingertips.
It would have been so easy to turn and tell him to come inside her apartment and then inside her.
So very easy.
So very, very easy . . .
Kaitlyn turns and opens the door, surprised to see Quint still standing there outside her door, leaning against the railing, as he looks up at the stars and the moon.
“Quint,” she calls out softly, enjoying the feel of the night breeze as it drags itself across her naked body.
He turns. At the sight of her nudity, he stands up straight as his eyes miss not one detail of her body: the soft roundness of her shoulders and the dips of her collarbone; her small breasts plump and full; her hips and strong legs; the perfect pear-shaped beauty, with a body meant to be caressed, tasted, and stroked by a man.
But not just by any man. Him. Only him.
Kaitlyn blinks and in a moment he is as naked as she is, and standing before her. She raises her hands above her head with the hint of a smile and thrusts her breasts forward.
“Suck them,” she directs him.
And he does.
Bending to glide his hands up her body to cup her breasts, he guides his mouth to one and teases the other with his fingertips as he backs her into the apartment. Wildly he licks away. The tip of his tongue flickers with speed and agility.
Kaitlyn feels like she is high. Floating. On a trip.
“Yes. Yes. Quint . . .” She moans as he kisses a trail to her breasts; she lets the passionate onslaught begin again, until her clit begins to throb and literally aches for release.
But not yet. Half the fun of a mind-blowing climax is the ride to get there. They are only just beginning.
She gasps as he pushes her body against the wall and bends his knees slowly as he moves his kisses to just below her breasts . . . and then her stomach . . . her navel . . . both hips . . . the plump and juicy shaved mound of her pussy . . . her thighs . . . the back of her knees. And all the while his hand stays locked on her breasts. Kneading. Teasing. Gently massaging.
Kaitlyn shivers against the wall, completely overwhelmed by the combined methods of his passion: his hands, his mouth, his tongue, his words.
Praise sings against her heated flesh.
“Your skin is so soft.”
“I can smell your sweet pussy.”
“Your legs are thick as shit.”
“Damn, you sexy.”
“I can't wait to stroke inside you.”
Kaitlyn bites her bottom lip and looks down at him with sex-crazed eyes. She turns to face the wall, loving the feel of the coolness against the side of her face, and presses her nipples against the surface as she pops her hips to stick her full ass up.
Before she could even ask, Quint slaps her buttocks.
Whap!
And again. Twice.
Whap! Whap!
Kaitlyn releases a shaky breath, which is a release of pure pleasure.
The first feel of his tongue at the small curve of her back makes her pant. And when he uses his hands to spread her cheeks to kiss her intimately, before licking a trail down to lick her pussy, she flings her head back and cries out.
He presses into her and scoops her ass up higher as he sucks her pussy lips before sweetly biting each of her cheeks.
“Mmm. Good?” He moans out his question.
She turns and lifts one leg up on his shoulder as she circles her hips and brings her hands up to squeeze her own nipples.
“This is better,” she says, looking down into his face.
Quint keeps his eyes locked on hers as he shifts his head to kiss her plush inner thigh. And then the crease of her leg. And then her moist pink clit that is swollen and pulsating in arousal.
He smiles wolfishly before he flickers his tongue against it.
Kaitlyn uses one hand to cup the back of his smooth bald head as she makes tiny circles with her hips, which brings her clit against his tongue.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she admits hotly.
He sucks her clit into his mouth.
Her knees buckle and he grasps her hips to hold her upright as he sucks away.
Kaitlyn shivers and bites her bottom lip, closing her eyes.
When she opens them, they are in the middle of her bed with Quint stroking deep inside her from behind as his fingers dig into the flesh of her ass.
“Beg me for this dick,” he demands.
Kaitlyn looks over her shoulder at him. “Please. Harder. Harder,” she begs.
Her wish is his command, and his strokes deepen until she could feel the soft curls of his hairs brushing against her buttocks.
Kaitlyn blinks again.
She is riding him backward aboard the deck of a yacht.
She blinks again.
They are on a deserted island at the edge of the turquoise sea as Quint kneels in the wet sand, stroking away like a well-oiled piston inside her. She lays on her side, facing him, with her leg across his body and on his shoulder.
She blinks again.
Quint has her body pressed against the base of the Eiffel Tower. His buttocks clench as he makes tiny circles with his hips, sending the length of his dick up against the tightness of her walls as the thick base glides back and forth over her clit.
She blinks again.
They are back in her apartment. His body braces against her front door as Kaitlyn braces her knees on either side of him against the door as she rides him. Furious and fast. Quint's mouth teases her nipples. His tongue circles her areola.
“I'm coming. Yes, I'm coming!” she shouts as a fine sheen of sweat coats both their bodies.
“Ssssh, you too loud,” Quint whispers up to her. His eyes stay fiercely locked on her as he enjoys the passion on her face, the feel of her entire body shivering against him, and the tight spasms of her walls against his dick as she comes and coats every inch of him with her juices.
Kaitlyn cries out again as she wraps her arms around his head and hotly licks his lips.
Knock, knock.
Quint pauses at the sound of the knock against the door.
Kaitlyn continues to ride away against the length of him, too caught up in her white-hot climax to stop for
anything.
Knock, knock.
Quinton covers her mouth as her sex noises continue to fill the air.
“The neighbors, Kaitlyn. Somebody's knocking. . . .”
Somebody's knocking.
Somebody's knocking.
Knock, knock.
 
 
Knock, knock.
Kaitlyn's eyes opened and she jumped forward off the door as she was jerked from her sexual fantasy. Her wine goblet crashed to the floor from the sudden movement as she struggled for composure. Her face and neck felt flushed. Her clit throbbed. Her panties felt moist. Her nipples were hard.
Swallowing hard, she stepped away and then rose up on her toes to look out the peephole.
Quint.
Kaitlyn dropped back down on her feet and looked down at her nipples, hard and thrusting against the thin material of her T-shirt, which she was wearing to bed. She opened the door and instantly crossed her arms over her chest as she looked up at him.
“Yes?” she said, clearing her throat as she pictured him naked and hard.
“There's broken glass on the floor,” he said, stepping inside to begin picking up the pieces.
“Thanks, I have it,” she said, reaching down to pull at his strong arm.
Kaitlyn paused at the feel of the dips and grooves of his muscles under her touch. Everything about him was hard. Everything.
“Get the broom for me to get the little pieces before you miss and cut your foot,” he told her, looking up briefly.
Kaitlyn released him and stepped over the mess to dash to the kitchen. She took a moment to grab the kitchen counter and breathe, deeply and slowly, as she pressed her thumbs to her revealing nipples.
“You got it?” he called down the hall to her.
She grabbed her broom and dustpan from the pantry. “Coming,” she called back before retracing her steps down the hall.
Kaitlyn outstretched her arm to hand him the items.
Quint's eyes shifted from them to her breasts, and then traveled up to her eyes. “You a little cold, huh?” he asked, smiling.
Kaitlyn said nothing as she continued to hold out the broom.
Quint brushed past the broom. “Uhm, I'm not Geoffrey,” he quipped.
“Who?” she asked, completely lost.
“This isn't the
Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
and I'm not your butler. Don't give it to me. Use it,” he stressed, his hands filled with the larger shards of glass as he carried them into the kitchen to throw away.
Kaitlyn made a face as she quickly swept the entire area and brushed the tiny remnants into the dustpan.
“Oh, you do know how to use it,” he teased from behind her.
“Ha-ha,” she said dryly before easing past him to dump the glass into the garbage can outside her back door.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked, coming back into the kitchen.
Quint bit back another smile.
“Another late-night repair?”
They both turned and looked out the door at Mrs. Hanson, smiling at them as she shook her head.
“Y'all have a good night,” she teased before she continued on to her apartment, two doors down.
Kaitlyn and Quint eyed each other.
“She swears we're dealing,” Kaitlyn said.
“I know.”
“She is so nice,” Kaitlyn added.
“I know that too.”
Kaitlyn moved to the door to close it. “Her husband tried to holler at me,” she said as soon as the door was closed. “Did you know
that
?”
Quinton frowned deeply. “What?” he snapped.
Kaitlyn nodded. “The same day I was minding my own in my car in the parking lot,” she said. “Talking 'bout, can he come sit in the car with me—”

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