Quinn
“Holy shit.”
I grin, loving the way Hayes’s eyes rake down my body.
He’s looking at me like he’s starving, as if he’s never eaten a meal in his entire life. Like he’ll die if he doesn’t get a taste of what’s before him.
“You like?” I ask, giving him a little twirl, as if that’ll do anything to show off more than what I already have in the lingerie set I spent far too much time picking out.
“Like?” he practically growls, yanking loose the tie around his neck as he stalks further into our bedroom. “I fucking love.”
Usually, I’d meet him at the door, especially after such an important game, but tonight, I had other ideas in mind.
“On the bed.”
I laugh. “What? No hello kiss?”
He shakes his head, his eyes darkening by the second. “No. Need to taste you. Now.”
My eyes widen. He’s serious. He’s very serious.
And I absolutely love that he can’t wait another second to have me.
But that was the whole point of dressing up in these boots from last Halloween, wasn’t it? He goes wild anytime I wear them, and a wild Hayes is just what I’m looking for tonight after completing my last final of the semester. It gutted me to miss his playoff game, but that’s the sacrifice I agreed to when deciding to go back to school.
This is my way of making it up to him.
I drop to the bed on his command, and he’s only moments behind me, falling to his knees. His hands land heavily on my thighs, and they fall open all on their own.
He grins devilishly, running his palms down my legs and over the leather boots that fit snuggly over my calves.
“Fuck why are these so hot?” he mutters, his gaze solely on where his hands are tracing over me.
“Oh, are they? I hadn’t noticed you liked them.”
He snaps his eyes to mine as a low rumble moves through his chest again.
“Stop teasing me.”
I raise a single brow. “Make me.”
He leans forward, his lips finding my collarbone. It’s a simple move, the kiss he lays against me soft and gentle, but it’s somehow still enough to suck the breath right from my lungs.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, honey,” he says against my skin as he trails his lips lower, right to the swell of my tits that are pushed up high, thanks to the lacy deep blue lingerie I’m wearing which leaves very, very little to the imagination.
“M-Maybe,” I say through a stuttered breath as he licks at me. “But even so, I still feel like I’m winning.”
He laughs, his mouth never once leaving me. “I think we both might be.”
Then he bites my nipple lightly, and I nearly fall off the edge of the bed.
Another quiet laugh, but then there’s no more laughing. Not when he’s giving so much attention to my breasts, his hands still running over the leather covering my legs, and pussy throbbing more and more by the second.
“Adam…” I beg softly, and because he knows me so well, he knows exactly what I need now—more.
With one last nip, he releases my nipple, licking his way down my exposed stomach, right through the deep V of the lacy bodysuit I’m wearing, and down, down, down until I’m forced to push my thighs even wider as he shoulders his way between them.
“Holy… Fuuuuck.”
I giggle. “What?”
His silver eyes find mine. “Don’t what me, honey. You know exactly what you’re doing.” He drags a single finger through my slick center. “Wearing this crotchless get-up and these fucking boots. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear it was my birthday again.”
“I’m pretty sure if it were your birthday again, I’d be on my hands and knees with your cock in my ass.”
He sighs. “That really was a great day.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Just ridiculously in love with you.”
“That was impossibly cheesy. You’re so—Oh!”
My words are cut off as Hayes drags his tongue over my sensitive clit, drawing the tight bud into his mouth and sucking lightly.
He lifts my legs, placing one on each shoulder, and I fall back onto my elbows with the new angle, opening myself up to him even more as he eats at me with a ferocity he’s never had before.
My chest heaves, the air whooshing in and out of my lungs as he continues to torture me with his tongue over and over until I’m a shaking mess, his head caught between my thighs in a deathlike grip.
If he minds, he doesn’t show it. He’s too busy tasting me like he’ll never get enough.
“Adam,” I warn him, tugging at his hair. “I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, honey. Make a mess all over my face.”
It’s the last thing he says before he latches onto my clit, his tongue tormenting me so deliciously that I fall apart around him within moments, doing exactly as he requested, stars dancing behind my eyes as I cover my mouth to hide my screams.
He gives me no time to recover, pushing to his feet, the unmistakable sound of his belt clinking in the otherwise quiet room as he undoes it.
Then he grabs a pillow and pushes it under me before shoving my legs apart and sliding inside of me with nothing but a groan.
And I don’t care. I don’t care that he’s rushing through this. I don’t care that he’s still fully dressed, his tie hanging loose around his neck. Or that I haven’t even kissed him yet. I don’t care about any of it because he’s exactly the way I wanted him tonight—wild.
My legs up on his shoulders, Hayes fucks me hard and fast, his movements unsteady and his concentration solely on the orgasm I know he’s barely holding at bay. And I let him, keeping my eyes on his the whole time.
“Why are you smiling?” he asks, never slowing his thrusts.
“Because I love you.”
His eyes darken, and he slams into me harder. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Again,” he requests, rutting into me so hard it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe.
“I love you.”
“Again.” Another demanding thrust, his teeth now clenched tightly together as he barely holds his release back.
“I love you, Adam Hayes,” I tell him, my eyes never wavering.
“You’re fucking right you do,” he says, pushing into me once more, stilling as he finally lets go.
I don’t know how long he stands there with my legs still stretched up onto his shoulders, his breaths coming in harsh, but it’s entirely too long because I need to kiss him, and I need to kiss him now.
“Hayes.”
It’s all I say before he drops to the bed, his arms caging me in as his lips fall to mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And it just might be.
His lips move against mine gently, so different than how he was just fucking me, but I don’t mind it. I could use slow and soft right now after that.
We lie like that for far too long, his mouth lingering on mine, fingers tracing my sides as I run my own through his hair because I can’t not touch him right now.
He pushes away, laughing when I whimper over the loss of him, then reaches for the boots. He unzips one, setting it to the side before reaching for the other and repeating the action.
“Don’t move,” he instructs before stalking to the bathroom.
He’s only gone for a few minutes before reappearing, his dress shirt and slacks now gone, nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs hugging him tightly.
He presses a wet rag between my legs, cleaning up the mess he left behind before tossing it onto the bathroom counter and tugging me up the bed. He slips in beside me before tucking us both under the blankets, my head on his chest.
He runs his fingers lightly over my back, the sound of his heartbeat pulling me closer to slumber.
“This little number…” he says after several quiet moments as he pulls the material back, letting it snap against my skin. “I don’t know where you got it, but it’s hot as fuck.”
I laugh. “I’m glad you like it.”
“It was a very nice surprise. Better than winning tonight.”
I lay my lips softly against his chest, the smattering of hair tickling at my nose. “I watched the highlights. You were incredible.”
“Nah. It was all Lawson.”
“Don’t tell him that. Lord knows that man doesn’t need his ego stroked anymore.”
“True.” Hayes laughs. “How’d your final go?”
“Good, I think. Should get the results next week.”
“You did great. I know you did.”
“You’re only saying that because I surprised you with the sexy boots.”
He chuckles. “As nice as that was, no. I’m saying it because I believe in you, Quinn. You’re doing amazing, and I’m proud of you.”
“You can stop saying nice things about me. You already got laid.”
“And what if I want to get laid again?”
“I’d tell you tough. I’m exhausted.”
He laughs again. “Yeah, me too. How was Flora today?”
“Amazing as always. The nanny said she was asking about going ice skating again.”
“Again? Damn, I think the kid might be becoming addicted to the rink.”
“There’s a good chance. Maybe we can go again after the season’s over?”
“With any luck, that won’t be until this summer.” There’s a hint of worry in his voice, and I love that despite the Serpents clobbering their opponent tonight, he’s still taking it game by game and not getting ahead of himself.
“You guys got this. I know you do.”
“I hope so.”
I push off him, looking up into grayish-white eyes. “I know so. Got it?”
A smile pulls at his lips. “Got it. Now, lie down. We’re going to bed.”
“So bossy,” I mutter, but do as he asks.
“Yeah, well, I’ve got plans to wake you up later with my tongue between your legs again. Or maybe in your ass. I haven’t decided which one just yet.”
“Adam…” I admonish, squeezing my thighs together because just that is enough to cause a stir in my lower belly all over again.
“What?” he asks innocently, though we both know he’s not.
“Go to sleep.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before pulling me even closer until I’m practically sprawled on top of him.
His steady heartbeat has nearly lulled me to sleep when I hear him quietly rumble, “I love you, Quinn Benson. I’m going to marry you one day.”
What he doesn’t know?
I already plan on saying yes.
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