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T he moment the plane landed, Braxton jumped up out of his seat. It had been the longest flight of his life and he’d spent the entire trip battling a hard-on for his ex-wife. Which led him to two conclusions: one, he still wanted Quinn badly and, two, he must be out of his damn mind.

It wasn’t his mind doing the thinking right now, though. And the aching in his long-dormant dick refused to be denied much longer.

After grabbing several bags of gear and tossing them in the back of one of the Suburbans, he and Quinn got in her car. The steamy looks and secret touches they kept exchanging promised a night full of pleasure, and he had to force himself to keep his attention on the road.

Brax just wasn’t sure what lay beyond tonight. He found himself having dangerous thoughts about a future, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. One step at a time. They had a lot to talk about, but that would have to wait. First, he was going to fuck Quinn into oblivion. Until they were both thoroughly sated and exhausted. The woman had stamina, though, so he knew it would be a long, vigorous night. His body thrummed in anticipation.

The moment they arrived at the warehouse, Brax parked the car, killed the engine and flung the door open before the rest of his team had even parked. Quinn hopped out just as quickly.

“Go right ahead,” Saint said with a smirk, getting out of the SUV. “Demon and I can handle the gear.”

Brax nodded a quick thanks and tugged Quinn toward the elevator. He heard the men chuckle as he practically hauled her inside the cab and slammed the button to take them up. The moment the door closed, their bodies collided, and they kissed hungrily. Brax had never felt so much overpowering need in his life.

When the door opened, they continued kissing and she jumped up into his arms, wrapping herself around him. Keeping his mouth on hers, their kisses turned frantic as he stalked out of the elevator and carried her straight down to his room.

Dizzy with desire, he finally broke the kiss, fumbled to get his door open then kicked it shut. His personal area was neat and clean with a small table, couch and bed. Brax tossed Quinn on the neatly-made bed and looked down at her, his chest rising and falling hard.

She got up on her knees, never breaking eye contact, and shrugged her leather jacket off. “Get naked, Graves,” she ordered huskily, stripping down to her black bra and matching panties.

“I forgot how bossy you can be in bed.” He reached back, grabbed his shirt collar and pulled the Henley up over his head, tossing it. Before he could get his jeans off, she crawled over and grabbed the zipper, impatiently tugging it down.

“You’re moving too slowly,” she complained. After yanking his jeans and boxer briefs down, she wrapped her greedy hands around his cock, squeezing, and he groaned. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to the swollen head then licked the leaking tip.

“Christ, Q.” His hips bucked as he slid his hands through her fiery hair, gently moving her head back. “It’s been too long. My control is for shit right now.”

Looking up at him through her long lashes, she tilted her head. “How long?” she asked softly.

He hesitated, debating over her question. Fuck it. Lying had never come naturally to him and he preferred the truth over falsehoods any day.

“Since you,” he admitted in a ragged voice. “It’s always been you, Quinn. Even when I didn’t want it to be.”

Her mouth opened in a perfect, little “O” and he could’ve sworn her eyes brightened with tears. But just for the briefest moment before disappearing again.

“Same.” Her voice was so low, so raw, so full of brutal honesty. “I haven’t been with anyone since you. I just…couldn’t.”

Her voice caught and something inside him shifted. The fact that they’d both been faithful to each other spoke volumes, and his heart constricted with emotion. Five years was an incredibly long time to remain celibate, especially when he’d had plenty of offers. But it was exactly like she said.

No matter how much he’d wanted to pound his troubles away in a meaningless fuck with an insignificant stranger, he just couldn’t do it. A revenge fuck wasn’t his style. He’d given his heart, body and soul to the woman gazing up at him when he’d promised to love and cherish her forever five years ago. His loyalty ran deep, all the way down to his marrow, and now it seemed they were being given a second chance. And he didn’t plan on wasting one precious second.

With a half-feral growl, Brax pounced on her. Reaching around her back, his deft fingers unsnapped the clasp on her bra while tearing her panties off with his other hand. She gasped, now naked beneath him, and he stretched his body out over hers, taking a moment to enjoy being skin to skin with her once again. Something he’d yearned for, but never thought would ever happen.

Breathing her intoxicating scent in deeply, he lowered his face to her neck and began kissing a hot trail downward. He paused to swirl his tongue in the hollow of her neck and felt her pulse pounding wildly.

As much as he wanted to sink his cock inside her wet heat and lose himself, he wanted to explore her more and take time to fully reacquaint himself with every luscious curve. His mouth latched around a pert pink nipple and he sucked until she was writhing beneath him. Moving over to her other breast, he spent an inordinate amount of time worshipping it until she moaned.

“Brax…God…” Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at his unruly curls. They were out of control, and as much as he wanted to cut them, he didn’t. Because he knew she loved them for some crazy reason.

After running his tongue down the valley of her breasts, she yanked his head up.

“Fuck me, Brax,” she hissed. “Now.”

“How about I fuck you with my tongue first?” His fingers found her clit and he began massaging the taut, little bud until she let out a husky mewl. “Because I’ve missed that pretty pussy coming all over my face, Cherry.”

Her legs dropped open in response and he sat up, gripped her hips and dragged her closer. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her bottom half right up off the bed. “Wrap your legs around my head,” he ordered.

The moment she complied, he buried his face between her thighs and feasted. She tasted as sweet as he remembered and he couldn’t get enough. He licked teasingly then flattened his tongue and ran it up her wet slit until he reached her clit. Pulling it between his lips, he sucked hard. Her legs quaked and tightened around his head, but he didn’t plan on stopping. Not until she was screaming.

A moment later, she cried out his name, her hips grinding. Brax lowered her back down to the mattress and slid his fingers inside her quivering pussy, slowly bringing her down from the orgasmic high…only to launch her back into the stratosphere again.

“Jesus!” Her inner muscles squeezed tightly around his thrusting fingers and she thrashed, caught up in another orgasm. A primitive wave of deep, masculine satisfaction moved through him as her eyes rolled back and her entire body shuddered.

Licking his fingers clean, savoring her taste, he felt enormous pride in the fact he could still make her come so hard.

Her eyes popped open, so bright green, and she was breathing hard and fast. “Are you trying to kill me?” she demanded.

“Death by orgasm. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Very nice.” She let out a shaky sigh, her gaze dropping to his raging erection. “Now put your cock where it belongs. In me.”

“Roger that, Cherry.”

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The moment he sank home—and it truly felt like coming back to a place where she’d known and missed—they both groaned long and hard. Braxton was extremely well-endowed, but her body welcomed him completely. Like they were made for each other.

Once he was fully-seated inside her, their gazes locked and her world crashed to a halt. Brax was deep inside her once again, something she never thought possible, and she wasn’t going to waste a moment of their time together. Because the past had taught her things didn’t always last, no matter how badly you wanted them to.

Lowering his face, he kissed her deeply as she clutched the rock-hard muscles on his arms for dear life. Bracing himself on an elbow, he grabbed her hand, pushed it against the mattress and their fingers tangled together. Then he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting in again, beginning a steady rhythm.

Digging her heels into his ass, Quinn rose to meet each of his thrusts. Each one managed to hit right where she needed. He was precise in all areas of his life, including sex. But that didn’t make him any less passionate. Quite the opposite, because the man was goal-oriented as hell. And right now it seemed like his goal was to make her come for a third time.

A curl fell in his eye as he moved above her, causing her chest to tighten. Her grip tightened around his hand as her pussy clenched hard, trying to pull him deeper. When he began to move harder, faster, she lost all control and her climax slammed into her.

A scream tore from her throat and she bit down on his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her body, from the tips of her toes up to the follicles of her hair. The intensity of her full-body orgasm left her shuddering hard and her thoughts scattered.

Brax’s thrusts grew wilder and his entire body stiffened as he spilled inside her with a loud groan. He dropped his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, panting heavily, and she stroked a hand over his head.

It had been a very long time since she’d felt so satisfied and absolutely content. Sliding her fingers through his soft curls, she enjoyed the pleasant aftershocks making her pussy ripple around his still-pulsing cock.

They’d always been explosive together, always had a deep connection, but this…this had been intense in a way like never before. Like the spark between them just reignited and burned a thousand times stronger.

I love you.

The dangerous words hovered on the tip of her lips, but she stayed silent and kept running her fingers through his hair.

“What is it with you and my curls?” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her neck.

A shiver moved through her and she tightened her arms around him. “They’re boyish. You can be so serious sometimes and they remind me you also have a lighter side. One that isn’t always so stoic and proper.”

He lifted his head. “I know how to loosen up.”

She smirked. “I know. My point is, I like when you do. You know, when you let your curls down.”

He gave her a crooked smile and pulled out. The moment he rolled off her, she missed the warm weight of his body. Missed the way his enormous cock had stretched and filled her. Her throat tightened with emotion as it dawned on her how very much he meant to her. Losing him had been the worst thing that had ever happened to her. There was no way she could go through that pain again.

The mattress shifted as he got out of bed and headed into the small bathroom. She took a moment to get her emotions under control. Swiping a hand under her nose, she blinked the threatening tears away.

Quinn Noelle Graves didn’t fucking cry.

So why did she suddenly feel like an emotional basket case on the verge of losing her normally cool, unaffected composure?

Because Braxton Noah Graves had the power to make her come undone in every single way.