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I grip the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as I race through the dark streets.

Anticipation for what’s to come pulses through my veins with each rev of the engine.

For so long, I’ve had Quinn on my mind, conjuring images of everything I want to do with her.

Tonight, she’s ready to be mine.

Quinn sits beside me, her eyes wide and chest heaving, occasionally stealing glances my way.

I feel my veins throb against the purr of the V8.

My gaze darts to her, drinking in the sight—hair tousled by the wind from the open windows, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

I reach over and take her hand, bringing it up to my lips before setting it down.

She tilts her head at me, her eyes drinking in the sight of my body.

Desire pounds through me, urging me faster.

Faster. Have to get her home.

Now.

The tires screech as I whip the car into the driveway.

I'm out in a flash, barely remembering to slam it into park. In two strides, I'm at Quinn's door, wrenching it open.

I pull her from the car and into my arms, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss filled with tongues, teeth, and desperation. She responds with equal ardor, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her back hits the car from the intensity of my kiss.

I break away, panting. “Inside. Now.”

Quinn nods, her eyes glazed with desire. I take her hand and nearly drag her to the front door, fumbling with my key. It takes three attempts before I finally manage to get the damn thing open. It’s late, and all the house staff are fast asleep.

As soon as we're across the threshold, I spin and press Quinn against the wall, caging her in with my body.

I feel the mad thrum of her pulse where my lips meet her throat.

She fists her hands in my hair, pulling me impossibly closer.

God, the sounds she makes—breathy little gasps and mewls that shoot straight to my groin.

I palm her breast through her shirt, reveling in the weight of it, the hardened peak of her nipple against my thumb.

I want to devour her.

Consume her. Meld her body to mine until I don't know where I end and she begins. It's visceral, this need, and primal.

Unlike anything I've ever felt before.

Dimly, I register that we're still in the foyer.

I tear my mouth from Quinn's with a labored breath. “My room or yours?”

“Whichever is nearest,” she says, breathlessly.

“Mine then,” I grin. I bend and hook an arm behind her knees, hoisting her up. She lets out a startled squeak that morphs into a moan as I suck at the sensitive spot behind her ear.

Each step is agony, the ache in my core building to an inferno. I stagger up the stairs and down the hall, Quinn's slight weight hardly registering.

All I can focus on is getting her naked, sinking into her heat.

Losing myself to the madness.

..

I kick open the door and set her down, grabbing her waist and bringing my lips to hers again.

She moans and reaches for my tie, loosening it before casting it aside.

I walk her backwards against the door, shutting it close behind us.

She wraps her legs around me, and I lift her effortlessly, her soft curves aligning perfectly with my rigid edges.

Our lips mold together in a feverish dance, the taste of her driving me to the brink of insanity.

She’s clutching to my shirt and I carry her onto my bed, gently throwing her down on it.

She looks up at me with a grin.

“Impatient, are we?”

I growl and jump in, my knees on either side of her hips, anchoring her in.

“You’ve been in my head, Quinn,” I tease, taking her hands and holding them above her head, against the bed.

“Should I apologize?” She arches into me, giving me a look that can only be comprehended as a challenge.

A challenge to take her.

“No apologies necessary,” I hold her wrists between one hand, and take my other hand to the buttons of her blouse.

My hand shakes as I unbutton it swiftly.

A button or two fly, but I don’t care.

I want her. Now. Within seconds, her top is undone, her breasts rising and falling through that black lace bra.

I release her hands, needing both free to feel her, to caress every inch of this delectable body.

“God,” I whisper into her ear, biting at her lobe.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Mark…” she moans when my hands reach beneath her back and with one single flick, undo the hook of her bra.

Her breasts spill free, and I slide my hands beneath her neck, pulling her up.

She rests on her forearms as I slowly slide off her shirt, the straps of her bra.

She trembles the whole time, before her head falls back on the soft pillow.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I hover over her, capturing every detail of her flushed face, her parted lips, her eyes glazed with desire.

My fingers trace a path down her body, igniting goosebumps in their wake, before I trace back to her nipple and give it a flick.

I dip my head low, sucking on her soft breasts.

She tastes like temptation and everything I shouldn’t want but crave with every fiber of my being.

She runs her fingers through my hair, and I feel her come alive for me as she bucks her hips towards me, hinting for more.

She pulls my head up and forces me to look at her.

Her eyes meet mine, green fireworks in the dim light.

“Mark.”

“Shh.” I silence her with a searing kiss, one that leaves us both panting.

My hand slides down to her jeans, working the zipper, and she lifts her hips obligingly.

Her skin beneath my fingertips is like silk over heated steel as I pull down her pants, and then slide my fingers through her panties, pulling them down next.

I groan, and it comes out more like a growl than anything else.

I sit up on my knees, take in the sight of her completely naked form.

The swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curves of her hips.

She’s a living, breathing piece of art.

I tear my gaze from her breasts, rosy and aching for my lips, and slide a hand up between her thighs.

She parts her legs, trembling as I cup her at the apex.

The way she lurches off the bed before falling back down when I slide a finger into her and flick her clit hits me right at the cock.

Within seconds, I shed off all my clothes, knowing neither of us can wait any longer.

She’s wetter than a riverbed.

I position myself at her entrance, then reach for her cheek, asking gently for her consent one last time.

“You sure about this?”

Her only answer is to wrap her legs around my waist and pull me closer.

“God, Quinn,” I whisper into her ear.

“You're wetter than sin.”

“Then fuck me already,” she growls, her green eyes ablaze with desire.

And fuck her I do. I dive into her, feeling her warmth envelope me and each one of my senses. I see her, feel her, hear her. Only her. My cock is halfway in, and I ram it in whole. Her nails dig into my skin, matching the intensity of my movements as I bury myself deeper into her.

I roll my hips, holding her waist tight to keep her in position beneath me. She closes her eyes, and her hair falls down to her breasts, covering them just enough to keep me hungry. I find a pace, fix a pace, and when she clutches my ass and jerks her hips to meet my movements, I know she wants it faster.

Faster I go, harder. I hold her tight, my balls digging into her as I arch my hips to hit her spot. “Mark!” she squeals with delight, clenching her pussy tight around my cock.

It's like we're in our own little world, detached from everything else. I grip her tightly, my fingers leaving marks on her skin that I know will fade by morning. I find myself unable to stop as my cock throbs for more of this drug.

Slow. Hard. Fast. Our bodies are a symphony of moans and grunts and the headboard banging against the wall. Sweat glistens off our skin, her curves dance to my tunes. We're a whirlwind of passion, like two people who've been waiting their entire lives for this very moment.

She wraps her legs tight around my waist and pulls me deeper. I bury my face in her neck and drive in deep, circling my hips.

“Oh my god, Mark,” she mewls. “That’s it. Just like that.”

I feel my cock grow painfully hard, and ready to explore. “Quinn, I can’t hold on much longer,” I admit, knowing that we’re about to reach the precipice of our desire.

“Don’t,” she commands, her nails digging into my back.

Her orgasm rocks her first, and she cries out my name as her legs tremble from all the control she’s losing. Her convulsing orgasm milks me to my core. I follow right behind her, spilling into her, our bodies melded together in the aftermath.

I bury my face in her neck as I pulse inside her, lost to the ecstasy. Slowly, I come back to myself. Quinn is boneless beneath me, her skin dewy from the heat. I roll to the side, gathering her in my arms. She tucks her head under my chin with a contented sigh.

We lie there, hearts pounding in sync as our breathing evens out. In the aftermath, a sense of peace settles over me. It's foreign, this feeling of rightness, like she was made to fit in my arms.

I brush a kiss on her forehead, marveling at the turn my life has taken. Just days ago, this infuriating, captivating woman became an obsession. But now? Now, I can't imagine my life without her. If I weren’t so spent, I’d take her over and over again.

I want to shout my desires from the rooftops, but I know I need to tread carefully. I’m confused by how insanely good that felt. How addictive. It’s like she’s the first woman who makes me feel like I couldn’t tire of her.

I need to reign in these thoughts. I fucked her to get her out of my system. The obsession that’s been creeping up is unhealthy, and perhaps by the morning, I’ll finally be able to get her out of my head. It’s all still fresh, maybe that’s why I want her still.

Or so I tell myself.

“That was… fun,” Quinn says quietly, drawing circles on my chest.

“It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?” I admit, trying to see what she thought of it.

She looks up at me with a question in her eyes.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she says, shutting her eyes as if to soak in this moment. For a while, I consider disturbing her, eager to know what’s on her mind.

But what’s the point? This is a one-time thing, isn’t it? Shouldn’t I leave sleeping troubles at bay?

So I say nothing. Instead, I gather her closer and drift off to sleep.

***

Soft morning light filters through the curtains, gently awakening me from slumber. I blink my eyes open, feeling disoriented for a moment before the memories of last night come rushing back. Quinn, naked and writhing beneath me, her skin flushed and her eyes dark with desire. The way she clung to me as we both shattered.

I turn my head to find her still asleep, still naked beneath that blanket, her face peaceful and achingly beautiful in the golden glow. My chest tightens with desire. How did this fiery woman manage to get under my skin so quickly?

Quinn stirs, her lashes fluttering as she wakes. When her eyes meet mine, she gives me a sleepy, contented smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice husky from sleep.

“Morning, Beautiful.” I pull her closer, relishing the feel of her warm, pliant body against mine. She fits so perfectly in my arms.

We lie tangled together, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. I trail my fingers along the curve of her waist, marveling at the softness of her skin. Quinn sighs and burrows deeper into my embrace, while desire thrums in my veins.

I know I should be satisfied, should be ready to move on now that I've finally had her. But as I breathe in the sweet scent of her hair, I realize that one night will never be enough. Not with Quinn. Not when every cell in my body is screaming for more.

Fuck, what is this woman doing to me? I've never been the type to get attached, never wanted anything more than a few nights of mutual pleasure. But with Quinn, everything feels different.

What the hell am I doing, wanting to fuck her again? But she’s in my mind all over again, my thoughts consumed with having her. I can’t fight it any longer and lean in, ready to capture her lips in a kiss, praying for a reenactment of last night, but she pulls back just about then. “I need to get to work,” she says, already slipping out of my grasp.

“Work? Now?” I try to mask the disappointment in my voice, but it's a futile effort.

Quinn is already up and searching for her clothes. “Last night was fun, but I’ve got a long day ahead of me, Mark and.

..” She trails off, but the implication is clear.

I sit up, watching as she dresses with quick, efficient movements.

The intimacy of just moments before has evaporated, replaced by a growing tension.

“You’re right,” I said at last. “All good things must come to an end.”

Quinn pauses for just a moment, then finishes dressing and grabs her purse.

“I have to go. I'm sorry.” She doesn't look at me as she says it, her gaze fixed firmly on the door.

I want to stop her, to pull her back into bed and lose myself in her all over again. But I force myself to stay still, to let her walk away. The click of the door closing behind her echoes in the sudden silence of the room.

A deep disappointment crushes me. Shit, when did I become such a fucking sap? I'm Mark Zolotov, the guy who never lets a woman get too close.

I flop back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling as my mind races. What the hell just happened? Why did watching her walk away crush me like that? I knew my obsession with her ran deep, but now I’ve had her.

Shouldn’t I be over it now?

But even as I ask myself the question, I already know the answer. I want her, more than I've ever wanted anyone or anything. And now that I've had a taste, I'm more obsessed than ever.

Fuck, I'm in trouble.