Page 55 of Stick Around,

The kitchen was suddenly ten degrees hotter as her fingers found the buttons of my shirt, slowly unfastening them one by one. Her knuckles brushed against my skin, sending electricity through my body.

My shirt joined hers on the floor, and her hands came to rest on my chest, her touch light yet scorching. I drew in a shaky breath, fighting to maintain control.

This was going to get messy. Three men. One woman. She worked for us. Lived with us. Would be gone soon.

But what if she didn’t leave?

Something shifted inside me as I watched her fingers trace patterns on my skin. I’d spent my entire adult life planning, calculating risks, and making sure everything was running smoothly. But standing here with her, soaking wet and half-naked in the kitchen, I suddenly didn’t give a damn about being careful.

My hand moved to her face, thumb brushing across her lower lip. “I’ve been overthinking everything.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “That’s shocking. You? Overthinking?”

I smiled at her sarcasm. “I know. Hard to believe.”

Her fingers trailed down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my jeans. “So what are you thinking now?”

“That I’m tired of thinking.” One hand slid into her hair, loosening what remained of her bun. “I want you. Kellan wants you. Reid wants you.”

Quinn’s breath hitched. “And?”

“And maybe we should stop fighting it.” I pressed my forehead against hers. “Maybe we should see where this goes. With all of us.”

Her hands moved to my belt, working it open with surprising dexterity. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

I captured her mouth with mine, all of my restrained desire breaking free. Sure, I’d explored her with my mouth and fingers the weekend before, but now I wanted inside her.

I backed her against the kitchen counter, and her fingers fumbled with my zipper, equally urgent. “Last weekend...” I breathed against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.

She arched against me. “What about it?”

“I should have been inside of you.” I unhooked her bra with one hand, letting it fall to the floor. “I’m going to make up for that right now.”

Her eyes darkened as I cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple. I lifted her onto the counter, yanking her underwear down her legs in one swift motion. My jeans and boxers quickly followed, kicked aside as I stepped between her thighs.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’ve been thinking about this since then.”

The memory of our night out dancing and then ending up tangled in her bed reignited a fire that was still smoldering. I gripped her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. “Tell me what you want, Quinn.”

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, eyes locked with mine. “I want you to stop holding back.”

Something primal uncoiled inside me at her words. I thrust into her in one fluid motion, swallowing her noises with a kiss. Her body tensed around me.

I stilled, giving her time to adjust. When she rolled her hips and her nails dug crescents into my back, I began to move. I set a rhythm that had her clutching the edge of the counter for support.

The sight of her with her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing with each thrust nearly had me coming. I slowed, determined to make it last.

Her eyes flew open. “Don’t you dare slow down.”

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “Demanding.”

She bit her lip, a challenge in her eyes. “You have no idea.”

I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting her off the counter. She clung to me as I carried her the few steps to the kitchen table, laying her back on the wooden surface without breaking our connection.

The new angle drew a moan from her as I resumed my pace, driving deeper. Her hands reached above her head, gripping the opposite edge of the table for leverage as she met each thrust.

“Enzo, fuck, it’s so good.” Her voice was breathless as her body writhed beneath me.