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Emerson leaned in and whispered something in Regina's ear, and Raelyn noticed the placement of his hand on her hip already.

The way Regina grinned and bit her lip, it was probably safe to assume she was also blushing beneath her bronze tan.

On the other side of them, Quinn was watching curiously for a moment, until the bartender handed him a glass of wine and a rocks glass, and he slipped away unnoticed.

Sitting in the chair next to Raelyn, he handed her the glass of red wine. "I hope this doesn't mean I have to thank him twice."

"No, you can thank me," said Raelyn, taking a sip of wine. "I sent him up there."

"Wow, a year later and he'll still take orders from you, huh?" Quinn teased.

"I can be persuasive when I need to be," Raelyn shrugged, then paused abruptly, seeing Quinn's eyebrows shoot up in alarm.

Behind her, Jett laughed. "That's not what I meant.

I didn't mean, like, sexually. I mean, I guess I can if I need to.

I don't know why I said that. I wouldn't with him.

Or anyone else. I don't- I didn't-" Raelyn covered her face with her hands, "Oh my God, just make me stop talking. "

Still laughing behind her, Jett leaned back to look at Quinn. "I assure you, there was no sexual persuasion. I witnessed the whole thing. "

Quinn smiled at her. "I love when you do that. Say the wrong thing and then completely word-vomit to try to excuse it."

"I'm glad you're amused, because it's stressful," Raelyn replied, taking a larger sip of her drink this time.

The three of them sat, talking and drinking for a while before returning to the dance floor.

Raelyn pointed out a cousin of Amira's who was clearly checking Jett out.

She was petite, and very pretty, with long dark brown hair, matching dark eyes, and perfectly manicured eyebrows, wearing a gold two-piece dress.

Jett looked at Quinn and Raelyn as if asking for instructions, and Quinn simply nudged him in her direction.

After some time, Amira slid in and stole Raelyn away from Quinn for a few dances together, plus the bouquet toss.

She dragged Quinn up for the garter toss and Raelyn was pretty certain she'd asked Brody to aim the garter at Quinn, because it hit him square in the chest.

Their night was full of dancing, selfies, making out in the photo booth, and indulging themselves in the open bar.

By the end of the night it was clear neither of them was fit to drive, so they called a cab to take them all the way back to Quinn's hotel.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the first real flash of gnawing jealousy, or maybe it was just the fact that Raelyn found it almost impossible to keep her hands off of him, but as soon as they were in the back seat of the cab, she was on him.

Ignoring the fact that they were obviously not the only ones in the vehicle, and that it was likely a distraction to their poor driver, she sat in Quinn's lap, straddling him, and crashed her mouth into his.

Their tongues wrestled, his hands held her steady by the hips, keeping her in his lap, her hands loosening his tie, and unbuttoning his vest. She couldn't wait to get back to his hotel room and rip his clothes off the moment they walked through the door, but they managed to keep it PG-13 in the taxi on the ride there.

The rain from earlier in the week had returned, and it was a complete downpour by the time they got back into the city.

At the entrance to the hotel, Quinn kept a hand firmly on Raelyn's lower back as he tossed a wad of cash to the driver.

He then rushed her inside, trying to shield her from the rain with his suit jacket.

The excitement and need buzzing between them was palpable as they waited for the elevator doors to close, hoping that no one else would be needing a ride up with them.

Alone, Quinn pressed Raelyn's back against the wall and kissed her deeply, letting his hands roam from her neck, down over her breasts, to her hips, and around the curve of her ass.

Leaving his hands there, he pulled her into him and she could feel the hard length of him through his dress pants.

Raelyn moved her hands up his chest and neck and into his hair, grasping it tight as she refused to let her mouth part from his.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

They stumbled out, still holding onto each other, pulling and grasping at clothes as they made their way down the hall to his door.

There were two women in pajamas entering the room next to his with a bucket of ice and a few drinks who stopped to stare at Quinn and Raelyn's tornado of passion breezing toward his door.

Again, he pressed her back up to his hotel room door and kissed her hard, with a deep, throaty groan as he pinned her with his hips.

He took a moment to fumble around for his room key in his inside jacket pocket.

He swiped the key and the door swung open so they could fall into the room, a flurry of fervent heat and desire that would fuel the night ahead.