Chapter Twelve

Here we go again!

This was becoming a ritual and not a welcome one. All Quinn had been doing was a job—for his club. Heck, she had helped out, stepping in when his staff needed her. Why couldn’t he just appreciate her help? Sloane and Dahlia certainly did. Wasn’t that why she was there in the first place? It was on the tip of her tongue to say just that. But the last thing she needed was Rogue to get angrier. As it stood, he was close to a mini-rage, though she wasn’t sure why.

His grip tightened over her hip as they moved down the hallway heading straight to his office. Rogue reached in front of her, opening the door and ushering her inside. When it slammed behind her, she didn’t even flinch.

Rogue spread out his arms. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Quinn sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Wasn’t it obvious? For as much as she knew, she was in debt to him, and Rogue called all the shots. She found herself growing increasingly frustrated.

She waved her hand down her body across her uniform. She refrained from saying duh, but she was thinking it.

Quinn raised her brows mockingly. “Working?”

His jaw squared, and he squinted. It was apparent he’d taken her attitude as a challenge. Instead of backing down, Quinn stood her ground. She folded her arms and cocked her brow.

“What the fuck did I tell you?”

“Someone called in sick, and I thought…”

“Your job isn’t to think. It’s to do what you’re told.” His eyes scanned her body, and his gaze heated. “And I didn’t fucking tell you to parade around my fucking club with your tits and ass on display for every motherfucker down there to see. Take that fucking uniform off.”

What? It was the club’s issued uniform. Every woman was wearing it, including Dahlia. And most were filling it out better than Quinn. Showing off her tits and ass? Hardly.

“Rogue, I don’t see…” She never got to finish her sentence.

His lips twisted, and he charged forward. Her confidence wavered, and she instinctively stepped back, landing against the wall.

His hands landed on either side of her head, caging her in while his body crowded her space. Her shock was evident, but something else was stirring in her belly. They’d been this close before, but it felt different without her fear.

He growled. “I don’t give a shit how you fucking see it. I tell you how you work off your fucking debt, and it’s not wearing that and showing the whole fucking club your tits and ass. You’re gonna take that off.”

There it was again. He seemed intently focused on others seeing her body. It came off as a little possessive, as if he thought of Quinn as his woman. Let’s test that theory.

She cocked her head and whispered. “Everyone else is wearing the same exact—”

“I don’t give a fuck about them!” He slammed his hand against the wall.

She sucked in a breath. It sounded like an admission.

She swallowed the knot in her throat and peeked up at him. “But you give a fuck about me?”

His brows dipped in a tight scowl, and his chest rumbled, but he hadn’t said a word. He didn’t have to. He was telling her everything through his heated stare. The sexual tension was alive and pumping, and it wasn’t one-sided. She was going to tempt fate a little more.

“Well since you’re the boss, maybe...” Quinn reached over, caressing her fingers lightly on his abs. “You should take the uniform off for me. I think that’s what you want.”

Rogue grabbed the back of her neck, drove his hand through her hair, and yanked slightly, forcing her neck to stretch.

“Pretty fucking brazen you thinking you got under my skin.”

Maybe, but…

“Didn’t I?” She inched closer, whispering. “You got under mine.”

Rogue stilled, and for a brief second, she thought he might pull away.

“Fuck!” His lips slammed down on hers as his fist tightened in her hair, pulling at her scalp in a sharp bite. The pain only amplified her desperate need.

The idea of having sex with Rogue was a combination of scary and exhilarating, but there was no denying she wanted it. She tangled her tongue against his, tasting the whiskey and something cherry flavored. It was intoxicating. She clawed at his shirt, pulling the hem from his pants and moaning against his mouth.

This was new territory for Quinn. Never once had she ever wanted to be with anyone enough to throw caution to the wind. Her hands shook as she tried desperately to unbutton his shirt. Thankfully Rogue didn’t button them all. His shirt spread apart, and she ran her hands over his sculpted chest, down to his knotted abs. Muscles for days, sprinkled with a light dusting of chest hair.

It was hard to keep track where her touch ended and his began. With her body trapped between him and the wall, it was nearly impossible to maneuver. She fumbled with his belt until he grabbed her wrists, pulling her away. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to stop her, but his motive became clear when she dropped her hands to her sides. Rogue grabbed the edge of her shirt and ripped it over her head. Their kiss was briefly broken, but before she could straighten and take a breath, his mouth slammed down on her, his hands spreading over her back and ripping open the clasp of her bra. The straps fell down her arms, and she yanked it off, then wrapped her arms over his shoulders.

She felt a cool breeze over her nipples, and they tightened to sharp peaks, begging to be touched. He sucked her bottom lip, his teeth grazing in a sharp bite as his hand cupped her breast in a tight squeeze, fingering her nipple. Quinn was trying to hold onto to some level of restraint, but when his tongue caressed over hers, she moaned, clutching onto him tighter.

Most of her sexual encounters seemed almost robotic compared to Rogue. They were sequences, like a choreographed scene. This? A fucking frenzy. She tore her mouth away and sucked in a breath. Her heart was racing too fast, her blood was pumping too hard, and it was all happening so quickly.

She dropped her chin to her chest, looking down at his pants, but was quickly distracted by his fingers tugging her nipples. It was hard, pinching, and she was getting so wet. Fuck! She whimpered, losing her breath and pulling at his belt with little success. She was officially done with foreplay. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She just wanted him inside her.

Rogue dropped his hands to her ass and lifted her, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She pressed her mouth against the column of his throat and licked his salty skin. There was a sour taste which could only be attributed to his cologne. As much as she wanted to curse the taste, he smelled amazing.

He sat her down on his desk rather roughly and shoved at her chest, forcing her to lie down. He gripped the edge of her spandex shorts and tore them down her legs, along with her panties, and tossed them on his chair. She was completely nude, laid out over his desk. It should’ve left her feeling vulnerable, but she was too focused on Rogue standing in front of her. His muscles constricted as he ripped off his shirt. Damn! His chest was completely tatted and muscular.

Quinn had always found him sexy, probably the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. But seeing him now, it was next level. His heated stare watched her as he gripped his belt, yanked hard. She gasped slightly, watching him take off his pants.

Rogue slid his rough hands over her inner thighs, up to her stomach and across her breasts. As he stepped between her legs, he slid his hand to her throat and around to the back of her neck.

The anticipation was almost too much, and she widened her legs just as he pulled her up to a seated position. He pressed his mouth against her lips. Quinn grasped his arms, deepened the kiss, and felt his cock sink inside her. She gasped and pulled away from the kiss, but Rogue tightened his hold over her neck.

It wasn’t a dig at the men she’d been with before him, but Rogue was definitely bigger. He slid his lips over her cheek to her ear, and he whispered.

“Relax, Princess.”

Princess . It was usually said in a condescending tone, but this time it was endearing through his graveled voice. It certainly had an effect on her. She was so wet. She arched her back as he sank in deeper. He licked her neck, sending a shiver across her skin. He may have started off slow for her sake, but he’d quickened the pace and let out a guttural groan as he slammed inside her.

Rogue moved his hand over her throat, tightening his hold then loosening long enough for her to take a breath. It heightened every nerve in her body. It was clear Rogue knew exactly what he was doing.

Sexy didn’t cover it. Not even close. This man was giving it all, and she was greedily taking it. He thrust inside her, and she curled her pelvis, locking her hips in place. He was hitting all the right places. She was seconds from exploding.

So close . He slid his hand into her hair, pulling and forcing her to crane her neck. She sucked in a breath, which was stolen when his mouth came over hers, sliding his tongue between her lips. She wrapped her hand around his waist, forcing him closer. Rogue grunted, fucking her harder. She should’ve held back, but she couldn’t help herself. Quinn wanted more. Her nails ripped into his back, dragging over his skin, and he pumped harder, tightening his hold over her hair.

He tore his mouth away. “Fucking come.”

She’d been close, but his command put her over the edge, and she moaned, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. Her toes curled, her muscles tightened, and a euphoric sensation ripped through her veins. She’d never orgasmed so hard in her life. Her body was like heated molten lava, and she lost all control when he slammed into her, settling deep and crashing over her. She reached back to catch herself, but her arms were like gelatin, shaky and seconds from giving out. Their combined breaths echoed off the walls, and he dropped his face to her shoulder.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groaned.

My sentiments exactly, Rogue.

****

Rogue rolled his shoulders, cracking his back in the process. Fuck, she was perfect! And mine.

He pulled up his pants, giving her his back. Rogue had done a lot of things, but fucking on his desk was new for him. He usually kept his sexual escapades outside the club for no other reason than that this was his home playing field, and no woman was allowed to enter. He glanced over his shoulder, eyeing Quinn as she straightened and slid off his desk, head bowed, retrieving her clothes.

Rogue was known for his lack of control, his unpredictability, but never with women. They held no status in his life. His encounters were a far contrast from his reputation. It was probably the only part of his life where he’d shown discretion. Rogue slowly buttoned his shirt, watching Quinn rush to the corner of the room with her back to him, quickly dressing in silence. Talking was overrated. The corner of his mouth curled, enjoying the view. She was fucking perfection.

“You’re done for the night,” he said and watched her back straighten as she fumbled with the clasp of her bra. If he had his way, she’d never wear one. He wanted her accessible to him at a moment’s notice. She quickly put on her shirt and ran her hands through her hair.

Quinn hadn’t said a word. The last sound she’d made was a breathy moan a second before her walls tightened over his cock in a strangling hold as she came. Sweetest fucking sound. He’d hear it again. And again. And fucking again. Usually Rogue didn’t pay much attention to his partner’s satisfaction. He was more concerned with his own. But with Quinn? He wanted her moaning his name, begging him for more, and shuddering under his hold. Fucking beautiful. And mine.

“Goodnight.”

What the fuck?

Rogue stalked forward, stopping at the edge of his desk. “Where the fuck are you going?”

Quinn stilled, darting her gaze between him and the door. Her face was flushed, and she seemed nervous.

“You just told me I’m done. I was going back to the apartment.” She pointed to the door.

Quinn was doing what she’d been told, but for some unexplainable reason, he wasn’t ready to watch her walk away just yet.

He lifted his chin. “Get over here.”

Quinn walked over, and when she was a foot away, he hooked his arm around her waist and drove his hand through her hair. He pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue sliding between her lips, tasting her again. The pads of his fingers dug into her scalp. His teeth grazed over her bottom lip with a light bite. She pressed her arms against his chest, gliding her hand over his heart.

Fuck, this woman.

The soft knock on the door was the only thing able to pull him away from her. The corner of her mouth curled, and her cheeks pinkened. If he had to guess, she was thinking about what just happened between them. Everything in him wanted to take her home with him to his bed. But…

“Jared’s gonna drive you home.”

“Okay,” she whispered, and he slid his thumb over her lips. Soft, slightly pouty and begging to be kissed again. And fucking mine.

“What do you need?”

She squinted. “What do you mean?”

Rogue wasn’t sure what he was offering but whatever she wanted, Quinn would get.

“If you need something, you fucking tell me.”

She blinked as if processing what he’d said. Her gaze drew down to his chest, and he caught the semblance of a small smile.

“Can I ask for anything?” she muttered, tracing her fingers over his chest. It felt too fucking good, too fucking intimate, and too fucking close. And still, he indulged himself rather than pushing her away. He gripped the back of her neck and slammed his mouth against hers, making her gasp for a breath. I can do this all fucking night. And he wanted to. The idea of Quinn leaving only intensified his possession. And the interruption ignited his frustration.

He broke away from the kiss when someone knocked again. They wouldn’t enter without his permission, but he needed to answer it, knowing who it was.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “What do you want?”

“A job.”

He ground his teeth, sending her a scathing glare, but it seemed to have little effect on Quinn. She gripped his shirt, moving closer to his chest.

“Please. I don’t want to be alone at the apartment.”

Fuck. Little did she know, she wouldn’t be alone for very long. He intended on having her at the club anytime he was there. Why the fuck not let her have a job!

“You come in tomorrow at five. One of the guys will bring you in.”

Her smile widened, and her eyes brightened. “Thank you.”

Rogue couldn’t help himself. He took her for another kiss, noticing her fingers digging into his flesh and curving into him. He pulled away, staring down at her swollen lips.

“Go.”

Quinn nodded, dropped her arms to her sides, and walked around his desk to the door. She hesitated for a brief second but didn’t look back. She widened the door and ducked her head as Trey came into view.

“Jay,” Rogue snapped, and the man appeared next to Trey.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take her to the Tower.”

Jared nodded and walked out. As the door closed, he saw Quinn look back, and then she was gone. Rogue sat down and grabbed his phone. From his peripheral vision, he saw Trey bend down. When he rose, he had an ashtray and two pens from Rogue’s desk and set them down. They’d been knocked to the ground earlier. But Trey didn’t say a word.

“Need to find a position for Quinn.”

Trey’s lips twitched. “Corporate is still on the table. She’d be good over there working with Lil. Cam, too.”

Too far away. Rogue needed her close.

Rogue clenched his jaw. He wanted her with him.

“No.”

Trey slowly nodded, eyeing his desk. “Then where?”

Rogue swiveled in his chair, staring across the room.

“I’ll let you know.”

Trey sighed. “Or we can just cut through the bullshit. You admit Quinn’s debt no longer exists, as it seems you’re well beyond that.” Trey paused. “And we move past this. I can have Dahlia add another place at Sunday night dinner.”

He drew in a breath. “Or? You can just fucking leave, Trey.”

Trey smirked and walked out, leaving Rogue to his own thoughts. He cupped his mouth, staring across the room. For a man who’d built his life around keeping outsiders at a distance, he’d broken all his rules for her. This was something he’d never felt for anyone, including those closest to him. This was different.

He'd watched men around him with their women, and he’d never understood it. He could have any woman he wanted and then go back to his life without a second thought. He had no need or want for softness, for needing to think about anyone but himself. And why did all those words, things he’d never understood, words he didn’t dare say aloud, fly through his mind, totally out of his control, whenever she was near?

He glanced over at the door, wondering if Jared had already left with Quinn. Rogue could’ve demanded he bring her back. He could’ve taken her to his house, making his intentions official.

He didn’t.