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"What are you doing in here, Quinton?" I asked quietly. It was a stupid question because I knew why he was here, I just wanted to hear him say it out loud. I felt like he owed me that much, and an explanation wouldn't cost him a damn thing.

His hands slid up my slick stomach, roaming over my body without purpose or destination, just touching to touch because, like me, he couldn't get enough when it came to skin on skin contact. It was a craving, an addiction, and I never wanted it to end, no matter that I wanted to slap him around a bit.

"Don't play games with me right now, Ariel. You know exactly why I'm in here with you, so don't even try to play stupid. It's beneath you and it's really insulting to me."

Well, that wasn't a nice response at all. Not that I should have ever expected a nice response coming from Quinton, because everything about him was usually the opposite of nice, but I hadn't expected this.

"Nobody pisses me off quite like you do."

Wow.

I could say the same damn thing about him.

One hand slid down, too fast for me to reach out and grab a hold to stop him. He cupped me, his palm pressed against my mound, his fingers molding to the outside of my folds. I sucked in a sharp breath as, far too late, I grabbed a hold of his wrist.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I rasped out.

His free hand slid up over my ribs. His thumb smoothed across the underside of my breast in a barely there caress before tracing up the center of my chest and up my throat. He gripped my chin and jerked my head around so I could look up at him and he could have access to my mouth, I would find out soon enough.

"I'm gonna work out my rage and you're gonna help me. After, if you still have questions you want to ask me, you can ask then. For now, I've got a better use for that smart mouth of yours."

And with that, he tilted my chin up and his mouth came down on mine harshly. My lips had parted in outrage at his words and I'd made an angry noise in the back of my throat. Quinton being Quinton, and therefore never one to let an opportunity pass him by, his tongue took advantage of my parted lips and the stupid thing slipped inside.

He held me firmly in his grip, and no matter how much I struggled his hold never broke. If anything, his fingers dug into my skin deeper, and I knew there'd be bruises on my jaw that I'd have to cover up with makeup later so that Quinton wouldn't feel badly about them.

The kiss was wet, deep, and he was in control of the entire thing. I was simply along for the ride, Quinton's ride. One I'd been on before but it had never been quite like this.

My free hand rose and I placed it over the hand at my jaw. Not to drag the bruising, punishing grip away, but to hold on to him and keep him there.

I whimpered into his mouth as his fingers slipped between my folds, slowly making their way through my wetness there. He fucked my mouth with his tongue in a kiss that had turned beautifully brutal the moment his fingers hit the proof of my arousal.

My whimpers turned to desperate cries as he slipped a finger inside me, stretching me deliciously, and began pumping it in and out, matching the same rhythm with his tongue. It was so intense, so like nothing I'd felt before, that I could barely breathe. All I could do was hold onto Quinton's hands for dear life as he devoured me and played my body.

My legs trembled, my entire body began to shake, and I was starting to become just slightly lightheaded. I needed to suck in a full breath soon, or I just might pass out. The hot water and steam wasn’t helping the situation in the slightest, and it was making the air I was able to suck in through my nose heavy and damp.

Quinton either didn’t notice or didn’t care about my reactions, because he did not let up. Instead, he kicked things up another notch.

His thumb moved to my clit and he furiously circled the little bundle of nerves. My hips jerked violently and my head thrashed from side to side.

Quinton's mouth was finally forced to break contact with mine. I sucked in a sharp, much needed breath that filled my lungs, making my chest rise and a wheezing, desperate noise escape past my parted lips.

Quinton's hand slid down to the side of my throat and he palmed me gently there. The bruising touch was suddenly gone, but the urgency of his fingers between my legs didn't let up. Oh no, those moved even faster.

Quinton shoved his face into my neck and his lips immediately began kissing and licking and sucking at every inch of skin they came in contact with.

My entire body shuddered as it hit me and I came apart all around Quinton's fingers. My hips jerked with each thrust of his fingers and it was too much, the whole thing was just too much. My knees gave out and I sagged back against Quinton, utterly exhausted.

Quinton's lips moved to my ear. His teeth snagged my earlobe and they clacked against the metal of my earrings.

"Nuh-uh," he muttered into my ear. "We're not done here, and you've still got to wash your hair. It doesn't smell like its usual goodness, so you'll need to fix that. Right now though, we need to finish what we started."

Funny, I hadn't recalled starting anything here. That had been all him.

And he couldn't command me to wash my hair. That was insane. I mean, yeah, I had every intention of doing that already, but now I almost didn't want to because he'd basically ordered me to. And, yes, I knew just how insane that was too, but I paid that no mind.

Quinton was ruining my happy, orgasm induced afterglow.

"Shut up," I muttered irately. Unfortunately, the words fell flat because I hadn't put any heat behind them. God damn the man, he'd done this to me. I couldn't handle his smugness on top of everything else.