My dazed eyes travelled up to her face. Her lips were parted and her hooded eyes urged me to touch her. My mouth only mere inches from her glistening cunt. Before I could stop myself, I had leaned down, grasped her hips, and pulled her entirely out of the water so I could finally taste her.
I sealed my lips over her clit, sucking lightly, as I flicked my tongue against her. She tasted so good I instantly forgot myself, my brain wiped clear of any of the logic that had kept me from doing this before.
I sank my fingers into the firm flesh of her ass, pushed her legs as far open as they would go, and fucking gorged myself.
I hadn’t even kissed her yet, and here I was, eating her out as though pussy was going out of fashion in the next ten minutes. She grabbed my head by the hair and ground her sex against my mouth. And I loved it. My cock was swollen and aching in my pants. I needed to be inside her.
“Fuck me, Quinn,” she gasped, pulling me from the moment.
I looked across her body, the way her hand had already strayed down to her breasts to pinch at her nipple. She was fucking beautiful and mine to possess, and my cock was throbbing like crazy, but I forced myself to move away from her.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded.
I shook my head, angrily wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“You’re not going to leave me like this?”
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t.
Christ, I needed to get out of there before I went any further, before I did something I would regret even more than what I already did. I strode out of there, leaving Madison in the steamy room alone. I returned to the bedroom where I took my aching cock in my hand and wacked myself off. This time I didn’t even need to think of Madison. In seconds, I was done and staring blankly at the ceiling.
I had just crossed another line.
Quinn
Work was virtually impossible with the memory of what had gone down the day before. What was I meant to do with the image of Madison, writhing under me, loving the feel of my tongue between her legs?
I couldn’t remember the last time going down on a woman had been as heady as that. I was a mess, my brain focusing on how much I wanted her while obsessing over the fact I had to be the grown-up here and turn her down.
I couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen if Kevin even had a hint that things had already gone as far as they had. If only he would return soon and take her back so we could both put this ‘thing’ behind us as a kind of summer madness. But even as I thought I had the feeling it wouldn’t be so simple. Her memory was going to torture me for a long time.
I tried my best to find something to do around the office to keep me in late, but that didn’t work. My secretary, Natalie, shooed me out, ordering me to go home and get a decent night’s sleep since the real work would be when Kevin came back with the deal signed and sealed. If only she knew sending me home would act as more of a distraction to sleep than staying in the office and working would.
As I stood outside my front door, I heard voices coming from the open windows. Madison’s voice, bright and laughing, and another. A man’s voice.
I felt my gut burn.
I slipped my key into the lock and pushed the door open. Madison lay curled up on the couch next to the window, and a guy sat next to her. She was dressed in a skimpy little baby doll dress that hardly covered her breasts or legs, and the little jerk was clearly enjoying the show. He was almost salivating all over my couch.
I wanted to skin him alive.
I announced my arrival by throwing the keys down on the counter so they landed with a loud clatter that made the two of them jump. I tried to keep my fury at what was going on from showing on my face, but I could feel how tense my shoulders were.
“Uh, hello?” I said as disinterestedly as possible
“Oh, Quinn.” Madison glanced up at me, her big blue eyes wide with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d be back till later.”
“Yeah, well, I’m here now,” I pointed out, my voice cold. “What’s going on?”
“This is Nathan.” She gestured to the guy sitting opposite her. I took a closer, unsmiling look at him. He was about her age, and looked preppy and smart in a well-cut shirt and a hundred-dollar haircut. He offered me a nervous smile. Good. He was right to be nervous. Sitting around in my house, flirting with my guest like he owned the place.
I nodded to him in acknowledgement. “How do you guys know each other?”
“We went to prep school together years back,” she replied for him. She turned her head and smiled at him fondly, then looked over at me. She might have been paying him attention, but the look she shot over at me told me she was still thinking about our encounter the day before. Was she playing me? Using this boy to make me jealous? Well, two can play at the same game.
“I have a date coming round tonight,” I said before I had a chance to calm myself down.
“Really?” Madison exclaimed.
“You should go, Nathan,” I said coldly.
“Uh-” he began.
Obviously, he was completely confused by the tension suddenly sizzling between us, but I made my way across the room and towered intimidatingly over him. He looked up at me worriedly, then across at Madison as if asking her for help.
Madison looked at him apologetically, but she certainly didn’t look too cut-up that he was leaving. “Sorry, Nathan. I wouldn’t have invited you if I’d known. Maybe we can catch a movie or something before I leave.”
“I’ll call you?” he suggested, starting to stand.
I bristled.
Deliberately ignoring me, she smiled sweetly at him. “That’ll be nice. I’ll look forward to it.”
He got to his feet. As he reached for the jacket he had draped over the back of the couch he looked at me. I met his gaze impassively, and hoped I was getting my message across. Don’t fucking come back. He got it. He scurried across the room and toward the door, shooting one more longing look at Madison, before he left the house.
“So who’s your date?” Madison asked, raising her eyebrows pointedly.
“You don’t know her.” I stalked across the room toward my liquor cabinet and poured myself a drink. I would have to invite someone around now. I supposed I could invite Victoria. Probably the best idea I’d had all week. She could help put a wedge between Madison and me. A smart, gorgeous woman who was interested in me and was entirely appropriate to my age group and interest. If that didn’t push Madison away, nothing would.
“You should probably go.” I waved a hand. It killed me to say it, but I did. “Go to dinner with Nathan or something. It’ll be awkward if you hang around all night.”
She lifted her chin proudly. “Not at all. I’d love to meet your…date.”
“Fine,” I said savagely, meeting her challenge. She could do what she wanted. I would make sure she knew where I stood and what I wanted. And that none of it involved her.
She got to her feet, and I noticed the way her dress clung to her breasts, skimming over the curve of her hips. I forced my eyes away and threw my drink down my throat.
“I’m getting in the shower,” I said.
“Good idea. I think I’ll join you,” she said.
I froze mid-step. “What did you say?” I asked tightly.
She grinned cheekily. “Just kidding.”
I whirled around and left without another word. One day, she’ll go too far and I’ll tan that pert backside of hers.
I went into the bedroom and sent a text to Victoria. She replied instantly. Yes, she would love to come over for dinner. Excellent. It was about time I ended this nonsense with Madison and took up Victoria’s offer. No woman who did what she did to chocolate truffles could be a disappointment in the sack. I called up one of the restaurants next to my house, and ordered enough food for three people.
Dinner for all of us.
Quinn
I had no idea how it would go down, but at least, it would show Madison I wasn’t hung up on her. I had plenty
of women I could fuck and date, and eat out with, whenever I wanted. Hopefully it would be enough to discourage her for good. If she didn’t keep throwing herself at me and tempting me with her body all the time, I’d probably be in a different head space.
Soon enough, everything was set up for the evening. Madison played a good game. She even volunteered to go out and pick up the food for us. I looked at her with knowing expression and told her the food would be delivered.
“Oh, in that case, I should just go up and powder my nose then,” she said lightly, and ran up to her room. She was back in minutes. I don’t know about powdering her nose, but she had applied lipstick and put her hair up. The sight of her hair swept high on her head, revealing her white neck was enough to get me looking twice.
I told myself to stay focused on the plan.
Victoria. She had the right age, experience and temperament for me. Madison was just a spoilt kid. She should be with someone like Nathan. If it worked out right tonight I might even take Victoria up to my bedroom and fuck her there. I know she would be up for it and I could finally work out some of the frustration that had built up in my libido over the last few days. The bonus effect would be Madison would finally get the message loud and clear.
Victoria arrived bang on time. She swept into the place dressed in a casual, wraparound maroon dress that succeeded in being sexy as hell. I gave her an appreciative look as she came through the door, and she smiled happily, and did a twirl for me.
“I picked it out specially for you.” She flashed me a grin, but it faded swiftly as she spotted Madison dividing up the food across the room. She cocked her head at me curiously, and I understood this wasn’t the night she expected.
“She’s the friend’s daughter I told you about,” I explained. “He’s out of town and he wanted her to stay with someone he could rely on.”
“Oh, of course,” she said smoothly, but she looked a little put out that Madison had turned out to be so smoking hot. Still, she took it in her stride and that was good to know. I needed an adult like her in my life.
I brought her over to the table and introduced them. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Victoria turned toward me. Her face was artificially bright. “So, what food have you got for us?”
I grinned. “Italian.”
She grinned back. “My favorite.”
“I know,” I said softly. Then, I glanced at Madison and she looked away quickly. Good. I should have done this on day one. It would have cleared the air out for all of us. I had no business fantasizing about Madison, and she had no business coming on to me.
We took our seats around the dining table I had purchased years ago, but hadn’t had a lot of use. I wasn’t exactly a bring a girl back for dinner type of guy, at least not at my own place. I’d rather take a woman out. Having a woman around felt oddly intimate and made me feel uncomfortable. Come to think of it no woman had stayed in my house before Madison.
“Since we’re eating Italian food. Bon appetit, everyone,” Victoria cried gaily.
“That’s actually French,” Madison said sweetly.
“Madison is studying foreign languages,” I said quickly. “So she’s being a bit of a stickler.”
Madison eyed Victoria from across the table while she sucked up a strand of spaghetti in a deliberately childish way. My eyes were drawn to her mouth, and immediately my caveman brain thought of how they would look wrapped around my-
“So, what do you do in London, Madison?” Victoria smiled across at her benevolently. If she was pissed another woman had crashed what she had thought would be our romantic date, she was being as extremely polite and subtle about it.
“Not much,” Madison replied, her expression sullen.
I gave her a hard look. She acted like a complete brat. Her attitude sucked. I knew that Kevin would have been furious if he could see the way she was acting. Much more of this and I wouldn’t need Victoria to put me off her. She was going to do it all on her own. In fact, I might have trouble keeping my mouth shut for the rest of the evening.
“Well, I love London! I’m quite jealous.”
There was suddenly an awkward pause, and Madison slid her eyes over to me. Victoria could obviously see what she was looking at, and no matter how fast I tried to drag my eyes away, I knew that she’d seen the little moment between the two of us.
“What?” Victoria grinned slightly, as though looking forward to getting filled in on a joke that she was out of the loop of. “What are you guys looking at each other like that for?”
“Uh…” I trailed off.
Madison dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, in an almost comically sexual way, and I shifted in my seat, as I struggled to come up with some kind of explanation. I came up blank. What could I say? I wanted to fuck Madison and Madison wanted to be fucked. Victoria narrowed her eyes at us, glancing between Madison and me. Slowly, she put her fork down as though she was preparing for a showdown.
“What’s going on?” she asked in a deathly quiet tone. Any patience she had had for the situation swiftly leaked out of her as the two of us sat there silently as though we’d been caught out. “You invite me over at the last minute, and then she’s here-”
“The last minute?” Madison pounced immediately, her eyes flashing with triumph.
My jaw clenched. Damn, I shouldn’t have done this. I wasn’t smart enough to pull off a plan with this many moving female parts, and I should have known better than to imagine neither woman would think to question this bizarre set-up.
Victoria looked at Madison, and then back at me as she tried to figure out what the hell I was trying to pull off. She raised her eyebrows. “Why did you invite me here, Quinn?”
“He was trying to use you as a distraction,” Madison said, meeting Victoria’s gaze steadily. Both looked like they were ready to claw each other’s eyes out. “Because he wants me and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking me if you weren’t here to play substitute.”
Victoria went white. Grabbing her napkin from her lap she dumped it on her plate of food. Then she looked at me, and spoke slowly and carefully, as though she was doing her best to keep herself in check. “Quinn,” she said, “what the fuck is she talking about?”
“I have no idea,” I said through tight jaws.
Victoria placed her hands down on the table like she was trying to hold herself back from landing me a hard slap across my face. I would have deserved it too. The whole thing had spiraled completely out of my control. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
“Are you fucking her?” Victoria demanded.
“No!” I protested. That much was true, at least, even though I could hear the complete lack of conviction in my tone as well as she could.
Her eyes widened. “Is that why you wouldn’t come back to my place the other night? “Because you’re fucking her?” Her voice was shrill with fury.
Before I could answer Madison spoke up. “No, he’s not fucking me.”
I shot her a look that told her to shut the fuck up right now before she said something she couldn’t take back, but she flicked her tongue across her lips playfully, and I could tell she was getting some sick, twisted pleasure out of this confrontation. “But he ate me out last night. And I think he wants to do more.”
“Quinn?” Victoria looked to me, eyes practically bugging out of her head. “This isn’t true, is it?”
“I…” I began to explain, but I stopped. I knew she wouldn’t believe me, no matter what I said. Besides Madison wasn’t lying. It was true. All of it. “I’m sorry, Victoria. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought. I don’t know what I thought.” I confessed. I had never done anything like this is my life, but ever since Madison came to live here I had been so tied up in knots with lust and desire I couldn’t even think straight anymore.
“You’re fucking sick,” Victoria snarled. She got to her feet, grabbed her coat from the rack, and made her way toward the door. She stopped and
whirled around. “Is she even really your friend’s daughter?”
“Yes, she is,” I admitted. That at least was true.
Madison clasped her hands in her lap, not making eye contact with Victoria, but grinning away to herself as though this was the most amusing thing she’d ever seen.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Victoria groaned to herself. She went to the door and slammed it on her way out. As soon as it shut behind her, I got to my feet and began collecting the plates.
I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had done anything so childish. I was so furious with myself I shook.
Madison
“What’s wrong?” I asked, watching Quinn stride over to the kitchen and start scraping the unfinished food into the trashcan.
He turned to me, and his voice was low and deadly. “What’s wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong?”
I felt a cold flutter in my stomach when I saw the way he looked at me. He was mad. Livid. It felt as though he was fighting with everything he had to keep his shit together. I still couldn’t quite believe I’d done that. I had never acted like such a bitch in my life before, but something flared up inside of me, something I couldn’t keep down. I couldn’t let Victoria, with her sophisticated face and body, take Quinn from me. I had loved him for years. It was not fair she should have him when she didn’t even know him properly. I wasn’t giving up without a fight.
“Why? Because I told your girlfriend the truth?” I challenged, standing, and pacing around the table.
“I like Victoria,” he said between clenched teeth.
“You can’t have been very serious about her if you were so desperate to go down on me yesterday,” I shouted angrily.
“You knew what you were doing getting me into your bathroom,” he snarled. “I’m a man, Madison. I see a naked woman offering herself on a plate and sometimes I take it, okay?”
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