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QUINN

“ F uck, little girl. Did I hurt you? Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” she said, her voice softer than he’d ever heard it.

“Are you sure?” Quinn didn’t like the sinking feeling in his chest as he pulled out and saw blood.

“Fuck. You’re a virgin?” He growled the words.

What was she thinking? Why hadn’t she told him?

He’d have been gentler. But would he? No, what he would have done was take his ass home without fucking her at all. A virgin. Fuck him.

“Not anymore. Please don’t stop. It feels better now. Good even.”

Quinn watched multiple expressions flit across her face, and he couldn’t decide what to do. But damn, the heat of her pussy felt like heaven where his cock was still inside her.

As he hesitated, she arched her hips and pushed his throbbing shaft deeper. Their groans echoed through the room. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I didn’t say stop, did I? Please, Quinn, move. I need you to.”

“Sassy, little girl. I should spank you for that.” He grunted as he slid out and back in. Slower this time.

“Promises, promises,” she said. Her pupils dilated as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. The look on her face was priceless. It was obvious she hadn’t wanted that nugget to slip out, but that was for the next time. Wait, there would be no next time.

He was going to hell for sure. But he could no more have pulled out and gone home than he could have left a teammate behind in the wire.

Reaching down, he thumbed her clit and gave her what she wanted. As her cute, whiny sounds increased, he picked up his pace—thrust harder, deeper. He lifted her leg around his waist, and she screamed her release as his dick rubbed against the walls of her core until she drenched his cock.

Her feet pressed against his ass; her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. He drove into her pussy as she squeezed him so tightly he surged into her one more time as he filled the condom with ropes of his release.

Totally drained, Quinn dropped onto his elbows and leaned his forehead against hers while he caught his breath.

“You should have told me, Patience.”

“Would you have fucked me if I had?”

“Absolutely not. It was already a bad idea…”

“Quinn, you don’t get to decide that for me.

It’s my body, my choice. Besides, it’s just a stupid piece of skin.

A hymen does nothing biologically. There are a lot of women who break it doing other things before they ever have sex.

Only you men make it a big deal. I wanted a man, not some boy, who didn’t know what he was doing. ”

Quinn groaned as drew himself up, then pulled out of her, holding on to the condom. He removed it and tied it off with a grunt. Then he stood and headed to the bathroom. “Stay there.” He didn’t wait for her response. If she knew what was good for her, she’d be exactly where he left her.

Avoiding his reflection in the mirror, he tossed the condom into the toilet and relieved himself.

If he’d been home, he’d probably have pounded his fist through the wall in frustration.

He had no business taking her virginity, even if she had wanted it.

She should have allowed him a choice, too.

Fuck. His shoulders tensed, and he clenched his teeth, until the little nerve jumped in his jaw.

Then ran his hand through his hair. He hated that he’d hurt her.

Even knowing she was innocent, he never expected a twenty-six-year-old to be a virgin.

Son of a bitch. Like things hadn’t been difficult enough before.

Now, she’d probably expect him to date her.

What a shitshow. This is what he got for thinking with his little head.

Rubbing his eyes with his thumbs, he gripped the back of his neck to ease the tension that was building into a headache.

With a deep breath, he grabbed a hand towel and ran it under the water.

The least he could do was a little after care.

Towel in hand, he opened the door and headed back to the living room.

He wasn’t sure what to expect but her dressed and in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water wasn’t it.

“I thought I told you to wait on the couch?” Quinn raised an eyebrow.

“Actually, your exact words were, ‘stay there’ like I was a dog, which I’m not. You’re not the boss of me, or a member of your team,” she sassed.

Oh, but if she were his, he’d have had her over his knee and spank that attitude out of her before she got out the next word. “I was going to clean you up,” he muttered as he dropped the damp towel on the kitchen island.

Patience pulled her lower lip between her teeth. He’d already figured out that she did it when she was unsure of herself. “Ah, well. I did that myself. Thank you, though.”

She held out a bottle of water, and he nodded his thanks.

Twisting off the top, he took a long swig of the icy liquid, but it didn’t help the thickness in his throat as his gaze wandered over Patience.

Her cheeks flushed, her pulse pounded hard at the base of her neck, and she looked thoroughly fucked. Dammit. He was in so much trouble here.

“Anyway, I thought about what you said. You’re right and I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair keeping my virgin status from you. But I don’t regret it, neither should you. We’re both adults perfectly capable of making responsible decisions.”

He drank down the rest of the bottle before answering her. “Thank you for apologizing, and I’m glad you don’t have any regrets. But this won’t change a thing between us. You need to remember what I said earlier.” Quinn could practically see the wheels turning in that big brain of hers.

She nodded. “I figured. Still, there’s no reason we can’t do it again?—”

“No,” he growled. Not only no, but hell no, he reiterated to himself. This shit needed to be cut off right now. “There won’t be a repeat of this. If you need to be fucked, you’ll have to find someone else to scratch that itch.” He stalked back into the living room and grabbed his clothing.

She followed him in, but he didn’t turn around as he roughly pulled on his clothes. “I’ll text you when I hear about your car.”

Then, without looking back, he headed for the front door, only stopping long enough to pull on his boots and coat.

Yanking the door open, he stepped outside into the freezing, blowing snow.

Fuck. If he hadn’t been wide awake already, he was now.

As he jerked it shut behind him, he yelled, “Don’t forget to lock this door. ”

His boots crunched under the snow as he made his way to his truck.

Quinn felt her eyes on him, but he refused to look back, not prepared for her tears or whatever expression might be on her face.

What the hell had he been thinking? Fucking her was a colossal mistake, epic even; one he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t repeat.

Maybe if he kept repeating it to himself, he’d believe it.