Seduction and Surrender (The Billionaire's Temptation Series) (11 page)

It had been so incredibly long since she’d been with anyone, and it turned out that Quinn was an exceptional lover. Not that she’d expected anything less. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew he’d be mind-blowingly good in the sack—and damn, but he was exactly that.

“Maybe I’m just trying to goad you into fucking me again.” When she spoke, her words came out on a needy breath, his fingers still stroking her clit, with slow, purposeful strokes, dipping inside her, teasing her towards yet another orgasm.

“Later. First I want to get to know a bit more about you. Remember?” He leaned over and kissed her cheek as he pulled his fingers free of her, leaving her unable to contain her moan in protest. “Isn’t that what you wanted, kitten?”

“You really are a tease.” She smiled at him over her shoulder and then pulled away enough to dip her head back into the water to rinse out the shampoo from her hair. Unable to stay away, she nestled back against his side, thinking herself damn lucky—and that wasn’t something she’d expected. But Quinn wasn’t just damn sexy and good-looking; it turned out that she’d been mistaken about him being a bastard.

Though she didn’t think this would last more than a few dates—just long enough for him to grow bored with her—she told herself she’d be okay with that, since her life was too complicated for anything more. And yet she couldn’t quite ignore the pang of disappointment that now resided in her chest.

“Tell me about yourself, love. Did you always want to be a chef?” He cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, so she felt a corresponding tug on her clit, making it pulse with an unfulfilled need, no matter that she’d already come.

She arched her back in response and took a deep breath, hoping she’d be able to answer him without moaning in the process. “I suppose so. My mom worked two jobs and my dad was long gone, so I was left to take care of my brother. He was a picky eater, so I got creative with the little we had and it turned out I was pretty good at coming up with combinations that worked well.”

“We have that in common, you know. My dad died when I was ten and money was really tight. My mom worked several jobs to make ends meet, but we never did more than scrape by. Lived in a tiny two-bedroom apartment with my two brothers and my sister.” He let out a weary sigh and kissed the top of her head. “Somehow we made it work.”

No wonder he’d been so angry with her last night when she’d implied that he’d gotten everything he wanted by just taking it. She looked up at him with her brow furrowed. “I didn’t realize, Quinn. And I was such a bitch to you yesterday. I’m sorry.”

He brushed her cheek with a deep sigh. “Don’t be. You didn’t know—and I was being pushy.”

“Well, you’ve come a long way.” She was damned impressed that Quinn had gone from abject poverty to one of the wealthiest men on the East Coast. It said a lot about him.

He shifted her in his arms. “Come on. I’m not through with you yet, but I want you in my bed.”

“I think I can live with that.”

She was barely out of the tub and towel dry when Quinn pulled her to him, his lips hard on hers as his large, capable hands shifted her into his bedroom. His kisses were rough and demanding, and in that moment she was more than happy to give him anything he wanted. It was an unusual feeling for her to be willing to surrender so completely to what they were doing—to be willing to surrender to him, especially given their rocky and argumentative relationship. Yet his touch, his words, the way he made her feel, as if being with her was worth any sacrifice, made it so she could think of nothing but him.

“Do you trust me, Ms. Sparrow?” She loved all his little nicknames for her, but it was his words, spoken between kisses, that had her insides going liquid with the excitement and danger in his question.

They had spoken of trust earlier, but she knew he was asking her something different—and this was a different kind of trust. Her mind raced but could only come up with one answer. “Yeah, I do. Completely.”

“Do you remember what you asked of me, sweetheart? To fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name… Well, I’m about to do just that.” He paused long enough to grab a silk tie from where it lay tossed aside on a chair.

“What’s that for?” Excitement thrummed through her chest, along with a sliver of apprehension, the achy need between her legs growing, demanding release.

“I’m going to tie you up, my sweet girl.” With one deft movement, he quickly had her wrists gently yet firmly bound, sending her heart hammering inside her chest. No one had ever tied her up before, but the mere thought of it had her thighs going slick. She was so wet, so ready to be on the receiving end of anything he had for her. “Do you have a problem with this?”

Her breathing was shallow as she looked into those green eyes of his, and shook her head. “I think I’d like it, though...” She suddenly felt shy—and damn if that wasn’t something new too. “I really haven’t done anything like this before, Quinn. I’ve only been with a few guys, but it was never anything too adventurous.”

“But you do trust me?” When she took a deep breath and nodded, he nuzzled her, brushing his lips against hers, his stubble rough against her skin. “Then let me take care of you, Emma. And you can always tell me to stop. Always.”

Quinn ran a finger down her lips before letting the tip slip in, as she sucked it into her mouth, eliciting a needy groan from him. With his eyes locked on hers and his gaze intense, he pulled free of her mouth and scooped her into his strong arms as if she weighed nothing. Positioning her on his bed, he raised her hands up over her head and tied her to his bed frame, her body squirming under him, already desperate to have him.

“Quinn…please.” Propped up on his pillows, she rose up best she could to steal a kiss. It caught her somewhat off guard to find that she liked the feel of being restrained, and actually liked that she was at his mercy.

“Greedy little thing.” He let his hand slowly trail up her thighs and between her legs so that by the time he ran his finger against her slick opening, her hips rose up to meet him in desperation. “Oh, Emma…you’re so fucking wet. You love this, don’t you?”

His two fingers slipped between her clit and pussy at a torturously slow pace, only dipping in enough to tease her towards insanity. Turning her head, she bit her arm to keep from moaning, as he nestled himself between her legs, his fingers still working her so that she ached almost painfully in her need for release.

Her arms pulled against her bindings as her body shifted, desperate for more, though being bound only served as a reminder that he was in control, increasing her need for him and making her want him all the more. “Please, Quinn…I can’t take much more.”

“Is this what you’re looking for?” He buried his fingers deep inside her as his mouth clamped on her swollen clit, and she swore she nearly came from a single flick of his tongue. His fingers thrust in and out of her with slow purpose as he nipped and sucked at her clit, and his free hand reached up to tease her nipple, his stubble adding yet another sensation as it gently scraped against her delicate skin. And when he pressed a finger against the bud of her ass, her orgasm tore through her like a runaway freight train. Just like that.

Yet he was far from done with her, and though she’d just come, she was already desperate for more of him, happy to take everything he had to give, her head dizzy with her need and the late hour.

Shifting up from between her legs, he straddled her waist, and with a hand on the headboard, he leaned forward to run his rock-hard cock along her lips as her tongue darted out to lick him. At the first touch of her tongue, his cock jumped, his eyes half closed, his look utterly sensual. And when he spoke, his voice was so thick with need, it only spurred her on further, increasing her need for him. “Tell me, sweetheart…do you want a taste?”

Propped up as she was on the pillows, she not only had a perfect view of his washboard abs, but was also positioned perfectly to take him. She didn’t bother to answer his question but rather leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his thick cock, flicking her tongue over its silky surface, tasting his masculine essence.

“Fuck, Emma, that’s so damn good.” His hips shifted towards her, forcing her to take more of him as he brushed the hair from her face, his gaze watching every detail of her expression.

Pinned as she was against the pillow, she was at his mercy as he thrust forward, working his cock as he fucked her mouth and she sucked him, wanting everything he had to give her. She watched the tension in his face, in his body, as if he was trying to hold himself back, even as she tried to quicken his pace, desperate for more of him.

He groaned and pulled free of her, leaving her to whimper in protest. “Quinn…”

“It was too fucking good, love. And I’m not through with you yet.” Her bindings were just loose enough to allow him to flip her onto her hands and knees, and slick as she was, he buried himself in one go, a needy cry escaping Emma’s lips as her body stretched tight around his thick girth and long length, filling her completely—and then some.

With each thrust, he ground his hips against her, and though he couldn’t possibly get any closer, she still wanted even more of him. He leaned forward, his chest pressed to her back as he wrapped an arm across her breasts. He clamped his hand around her neck as he arched her head backward, stealing a greedy kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, echoing the way his cock fucked her pussy, leaving her body to tighten deliciously around him. The intensity of his every action had her teetering on the edge again, and when his pace quickened, she couldn’t help but cry out, her body tensing in his arms as she came again, his own release following hers with just another thrust.

“Emma…” His breathing was heavy as he shifted his weight off her and held her close, her arms still bound. “I swear, love…I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.”

***

Emma awoke in Quinn’s arms, her head heavy from their late night together, and her body deliciously sore from him taking her again and again into the early hours of the morning. Without a doubt, she’d never had more amazing sex—or as much of it—and yet, there was a flutter of panic in her chest.
What the hell was she doing?

She really liked Quinn, and she’d figured a bit of great sex would go a long way, given her lack of a love life. But already, this was far more intense than anything she’d planned on, and it wasn’t as though she didn’t know Quinn’s reputation. What did she think would come from this? Nothing but a broken heart at the rate she was falling for him. She had to put some distance between them before she ended up getting in way too deep.

She had to go. There was no other choice.

He was still sound asleep when she slipped out of his arms and got dressed, needing to escape before he awoke. It was a crap thing to do, but she knew if she stuck around, he’d manage to talk her into staying, like some snake charmer putting her under his spell.

Quinn stirred and turned towards her. “Hey…come back to bed, kitten. It’s lonely without you in my arms.”

Damn, but he looked sexy with his hair all tousled and his stubble now thick. “I’m sorry but I really have to go. I’ve got to get to work so I’m just going to call a cab. Go back to bed, Quinn.”

“I can drive you back.” He started to get out of bed when she took a step back.

“No. I can manage just fine on my own, okay?” She wanted to groan at the sound of panic in her voice.

“Then at least take my SUV. I’ve still got my bike and the Aston for getting around. I’ll just swing by the restaurant to get the keys later.” He padded over to where he’d tossed his jeans, and dug out his keys.

Emma’s gaze felt glued to his fit body and hardening cock, but before she did something she’d regret, she snagged his keys, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and bolted for the door, ignoring him as he called out to her.

Chapter Ten

“You look like shit, man.” Gabe gave his brother a smug grin as he sat across from Quinn’s desk. “Must have been one hell of a fun night.”

Quinn glared at him, still in a mood after Emma all but bolted out of his home earlier that morning. “I don’t want to talk about it. Just make sure you get your hands on that property I emailed you about the other night. I want it done ASAP, and it’ll need a major overhaul. Spare no expense, and if you have any questions, find me.”

“Yeah. Here’s a question for you.” Gabe flipped through some papers. “Why the hell did you have me buy a residential rental property on the outskirts of town? I bought it for cash yesterday, and picked up the permits this morning. We can get started on Monday, though you know as well as I do that it’s a crap investment.”

“I’ve got my reasons.” Quinn checked the time. He still had a whole day ahead of him before he’d get the chance to see Emma. Maybe if he swung by the restaurant before dinner, he could catch her before things got crazy for her with the evening rush. Not that there was any hope of him getting anything done, his mind too distracted to focus. Memories of his night with her kept playing in his head on an endless loop, leaving him desperate to have her again.

He’d been with his fair share of women, but damn, being with Emma had been an experience unlike any he’d had before. Emma had been an equal participant, utterly responsive and willing to give and take pleasure, unabashedly. Usually it felt like most of his dates were there just to get themselves off and take care of his needs as payback for a generous evening out. Except that his needs were only ever superficially met. With Emma? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so alive, so complete.

And that was a huge problem if she was trying to avoid him.

“
Oi!
Earth to Quinn.” Gabe shook his head when Quinn finally focused on him. “What’s gotten into you? You’re never distracted—especially not at work.”

Though Quinn was the prime driving force behind his company, having made several wise investments which gave him the money needed to fund further projects, Gabe was his right hand when it came to running and building their business, while his other brother, Morgan, researched new business ventures and investment opportunities. Together, they were a great team, each of them focused and driven—except when Quinn was pining over a woman who couldn’t get out of his bed fast enough.