Chapter 52

CHAPTER52

He never thought he’d find someone like her.

Never thought that he could feel like this, like he’d finally found the one thing missing in his life and-

That fucking terrified him.

If he ever lost her…

Christ, he would never survive, Quinn realized, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against her forehead and prayed like hell that he would never find out. Swallowing hard, he pulled away as he opened his eyes and found himself staring down into the beautiful blue eyes that had haunted him for most of his life. He-

“It’s only fair,” Bailey whispered softly as she reached up and ran her fingertips along his jaw.

“What’s that?” Quinn asked, turning his head so that he could kiss her palm and-

“You scare me, too,” she said, making him go still.

Swallowing hard, Quinn turned his head to watch her as she leaned up and brushed her lips against his as he felt her hands press against his chest and pushed. He cupped her face in his hand as he moved, wrapping his other arm around her and took her with him as he turned over onto his back.

His back barely touched the bed before Bailey began moving, slowly rolling her hips as he wrapped his arms around her. He ran his hands over her back, her hips, and back up again, needing to touch her and…

He just fucking needed her.

While she moved on him, and Christ, he couldn’t get over just how fucking good she felt wrapped around his cock, Quinn broke off the kiss so that he could press his lips against her chin as his hands slid down to her ass and gently squeezed, encouraging her to keep moving. As he kissed his way to her throat, Bailey’s hands fisted in the sheet as she kept moving, riding him with sensual rolls of her hips that left him struggling not to lose his fucking mind.

He was in fucking heaven, Quinn thought while he lay there, pressing his lips against her throat, her large breasts pressed against him, and his hands kneading her incredible ass as she moved on him, stroking his cock with her tight, wet-

“Quinn?” Bailey said on a soft moan as she pushed back on his cock.

“Mmm?” he moaned his reply, unable to handle anything more than that at the moment.

“Remember what I said earlier about being worshiped?” Bailey asked, making his lips pull up into a smile against her throat.

“I think I remember something about that,” Quinn murmured, pressing his lips against her throat one last time before he wrapped his arms back around her and rolled her onto her back.

He allowed himself one slow thrust between her legs before he pulled out of her, licking his lips hungrily when the move caused her wet sheath to caress his cock. As soon as his cock was free, Quinn was brushing his lips against hers as he moved his legs over hers so that he was kneeling on the bed next to her.

With one last brush of his lips against hers, Quinn slid his hand between her legs and found the soft lips that had welcomed his cock. While he teased her slit, Quinn kissed her chin, her throat, and down to one breast, where he took his time tracing her nipple with his tongue before taking it between his lips.

He traced her slit with his fingertips as he gently suckled her nipple, earning a soft moan before he flicked it with his tongue and released it so that he could kiss and lick his way down her stomach while his fingertips found her swollen clit. He gently caressed her clit as he kissed the spot just below her navel.

“Do you feel worshiped yet?” Quinn asked while he kissed his way down to the neatly trimmed dark hair between her legs.

“I’m starting to,” Bailey said softly as she threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned when he pressed his lips against her soft slit.

He traced her clit one last time with his fingertip before dragging it down to her core and-

“Oh, God!”

-slid it inside of her as his tongue found her clit.

“Better?” Quinn asked, flicking his tongue over her clit as he slowly fucked her with his finger.

“God, yes,” Bailey moaned as her hand slid down his back, over his side and tore a groan from him when she wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock.

“You’re fucking evil,” Quinn said, groaning as she moved her hand over his cock and gave the tip a squeeze that had his breath catching.

“You love that about me,” Bailey said, making him smile as he pressed one last kiss against her clit before he pulled back, pausing only long enough to kiss her hip before he laid down next to her on his side.

“Yes,” Quinn said as he leaned over and kissed her, “I do.”

Moaning his name, Bailey turned onto her side to face him as she ran her fingertips along his jaw. Quinn slowly moved his lips against hers, savoring every brush of her lips against his as he reached down and cupped the back of her knee and used his hold to pull her closer while he hooked her leg over his hip.

She caressed his jaw with her fingertips one last time before she ran them down his throat, over his chest, and down his stomach only to tear a moan from him a moment later when her hand wrapped back around his cock. As she stroked his cock, Quinn deepened the kiss, unable to help but moan as she used her hold around him to trace her slit.

“Baby, please,” Bailey whimpered against his mouth as she placed the tip at her core and-

Quinn rolled his hips forward and slowly pushed his cock inside the woman that meant the world to him. He kept his thrusts shallow as he kissed her. She felt amazing, Quinn thought as he felt her fingertips caress his face. Opening his eyes, he broke off the kiss and turned his head, his gaze never leaving hers as he kissed her palm.

He watched the way that her lips parted on a moan, the way that her beautiful blue eyes struggled to remain locked with his as he moved and-

God, he fucking loved her.

* * *

“Quinn?”Bailey said, watching the gray eyes that she loved so much lock on her as she felt him pull her leg up higher and-

“Oh, god…” Bailey moaned, her head dropping back as pleasure tore through her body while the man that she couldn’t seem to get enough of began to really move. She felt his lips press against her throat as he moved, taking her in slow, hard thrusts that left her with no choice but to grab onto his shoulder and hold on.

It felt so good, so perfect, Bailey thought as she felt that thick tip moving inside of her, stroking her just right and-

“Fuck!” Quinn bit out against her neck as she felt him swell inside of her as he tore his name from her lips again.

For several minutes, Bailey lay there, struggling to catch her breath while Quinn did the same. When she felt his lips press against her throat one last time, she reluctantly let her leg slide free, knowing that their small reprieve from reality was over. Slowly exhaling, Bailey pulled away from Quinn only to have him stop her as he pressed his lips against her forehead.

“We need to talk, Bailey,” he murmured softly as she closed her eyes on a resigned sigh.

“I know,” she mumbled sadly as she thought about all those things that they needed to talk about, everything that was happening at Haven Technologies, her game, Kelly, and the fact that she wasn’t ready to let him go.

“Baby, look at me,” Quinn said as she felt him pull away.

“It doesn’t end well for the bodyguard in the movie,” Bailey pointed out as she opened her eyes to find him watching her.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” Quinn promised, his gaze softening as he leaned back in and pressed his lips against her forehead again.

“Promise?” Bailey mumbled sadly, hating that he’d been dragged into this mess.

“Promise,” he said as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth while she debated asking him the one thing that she’d been wondering about for a while now, but…

“I can feel you thinking,” Quinn murmured against her forehead.

“What happens when this is all over?” Bailey asked, forcing herself to ask the one question that she wasn’t sure that she wanted an answer to.

“How did it end in the movie?”

Frowning, she pointed out, “You were there when I watched it.”

“I was busy glaring at you,” Quinn said right around the time that she decided to get more comfortable.

“Fair enough,” Bailey said with a firm nod as she reached over and shoved him onto his back.

“I’m going to need you to enthrall me with that ending,” Quinn drawled as he reached over and helped her crawl onto his lap.

“Prepare yourself,” Bailey said as she dropped onto him with a satisfied sigh when he released a pained grunt that put a smile on her face.

“Consider me prepared,” Quinn drawled as he waited for her to finish getting comfortable.

“Well,” Bailey said, folding her arms over his chest so that she could rest her chin on them to make it easier for him to look at her adoringly, “after he saves the day by being shot-”

“Of course he did,” Quinn muttered as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Why are you interrupting my heart-wrenching story?” Bailey asked, blinking at the incredibly handsome man who was making her crave all those things that she’d never thought she’d want in her life.

“My apologies,” he murmured absently as he leaned forward and gave her one of those achingly sweet kisses that she was quickly becoming addicted to.

With a sniffle, Bailey said, “I suppose I could forgive you.”

“That’s very generous of you,” Quinn said, brushing his lips against hers one last time before settling back against the pillows.

Nodding as though that was a given, Bailey said, “After he almost died saving her, they showed that she already had a new bodyguard and of them saying goodbye before she got on a plane and was forced to leave him behind.”

“And he let her go?” Quinn asked, looking thoughtful.

“He really did,” she said with a sad shake of her head and a heartfelt sigh.

“He was an idiot,” Quinn said as he ran his hands over her back.

“Why’s that?” Bailey asked, shifting forward so that she could kiss his chin.

“Because I never would have left you,” he said, earning a glare.

“I would have preferred that you said that you never would have been hurt in the first place,” she pointed out.

“That just went without saying,” Quinn said as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers again. “We need to talk about that other thing.”

“What’s the other thing?” Bailey asked, terrified by just how much she loved this man. She’d never felt this way about anyone before, never even came close, and for the first time in her life, she wanted something more than her work.

She wanted him.

“Just how much I love you,” Quinn whispered against her lips before pulling away and-

“I’m going to need a new computer,” Bailey said, following that up with a solemn nod before adding, “And a new phone.”

“Bailey, I-” Quinn began, only to groan when she wiggled, causing her lower body to caress that large appendage between his legs that seemed to really like the attention.

“It’s going to take time setting up the computer the way that I like it,” Bailey continued, seemingly lost in thought as she once again followed that up with a wiggle and a heartfelt sigh, “but I really don’t have a choice.”

“Bailey,” Quinn said, forced to grab hold of her hips to stop her from wiggling again, “I’m going to spank your ass.”

“Why?” Bailey asked, blinking innocently as she struggled not to smile when his eyes narrowed dangerously on her.

“The wiggling,” Quinn bit out between clenched teeth with a look that dared her to do it again.

Blinking, Bailey asked, “You mean this?” as she once again wiggled.

“Christ, you’re evil,” Quinn said, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over onto her back, most likely to put a stop to her wiggling.

“And you love me,” she reminded him with a warm smile as she wrapped her arms around him.

“So, you did hear me,” Quinn murmured as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

“I might have heard part of your declaration of your undying love,” Bailey said, only to sigh, “but just in case I missed something, you should probably tell me again.”

“Should I?” Quinn asked, sounding amused.

“You really should,” Bailey assured him with a nod.

“What will you give me if I do?” Quinn asked, brushing his lips against hers one last time before he kissed her chin.

“I might consider letting you know just how much I love you,” Bailey said, feeling him go still before gray eyes warmer than she’d ever seen them before locked with hers.

“You love me?” Quinn asked, swallowed hard as he watched her.

Smiling, Bailey traced his jaw with her fingertips. “More than anything,” she promised him, only to sigh as she closed her eyes in defeat and added, “But I need to go back and see how much damage has been done. I can’t let them destroy everything that we’ve worked so hard for.”

“You can’t go back yet, Bailey. I’m sorry,” Quinn said as he turned his head and kissed her fingertips.

“I can’t stay here forever and especially not now,” Bailey murmured as she shifted to get more comfortable beneath him.

“Until they have Kelly in custody, you’re not going anywhere,” Quinn said, sighing heavily as he rolled back over onto his back, taking her with him.

“It wasn’t Kelly,” Bailey murmured with a helpless shrug as she folded her arms over his chest and settled back on top of him.

“Bailey, we have proof,” Quinn said softly.

“It couldn’t be her,” Bailey mumbled, shaking her head with a heartfelt sigh as she propped her chin on her folded arms.

“Why’s that?” Quinn asked as he leaned up and brushed his lips against hers.

“Because-” Bailey began to explain, only to get cut off when three quick knocks sounded at their door. Before she could ask Quinn what that was, she felt him go still beneath her seconds before she found herself rolled over onto her back with an absently murmured, “Stay here.”

“What’s going on?” Bailey asked, watching Quinn climb off the bed as he yanked his pants back up.

“I need you to stay here and keep the door locked,” Quinn said as Bailey watched his movements turn clipped while he made his way around the room, pulling a white tee-shirt on as he made his way to the closet.

“Tell me what’s happening,” Bailey said as she quickly climbed off the bed and grabbed her clothes only to feel her stomach drop when she saw him reach for the bulletproof vest. “Quinn?”

“We have company.”