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QUINN
WhatwasIthinking?
Why did I end up inviting Enzo to my hotel room?
Sure, I didn’t want the night to end so soon. But now, as he trails behind me while I toy with the keycard to my room, the consequences to my decision are finally beginning to set in.
“There.” I smile, nervously, and he follows me inside.
He has his hands in his pockets, and I can sense some resistance from him.
Did I misunderstand this whole thing altogether? Does he think that I am stepping out line?
“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?” His voice cuts through my self-doubt.
“I wouldn’t be a good host if I didn’t.”
I hastily pour him a glass of wine.
We settle down on the sofa, sitting face to face.
Immediately, this feels more comfortable…intimate.
“Has anyone told you your cheeks flush every time you’ve had more than two drinks?” He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“Not really.”
“It’s cute.” He laughs, setting down his drink and scooting closer to me.
His hand is hovering over my thigh now.
I’m emboldened by the liquid courage and pull his hand down so it is touching me.
“You can do that, you kno—”
His mouth crashes down onto mine. One hand in my hair, the other snaking its way under my dress, grabbing my waist to pull me closer to him.
I deepen the kiss, tracing his lips with my tongue.
“Quinn,” he groans into my mouth.
He has me sitting on his lap, and I can feel him grow hard underneath me.
We’ve already taken this too far, but it feels too good just to…
“Stop,” he breathes in my ear as I grind against him. “I’ll want more than just a kiss if you keep this up.”
I move forward, and that seems to unlock something inside of him.
Suddenly, he flips us over and has me pinned underneath him.
“I told you.”
He starts to leave open-mouthed kisses on my neck, his lips hovering dangerously close to my breasts.
I throw my head back, and he tugs at the straps of my dress.