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The bed was made, the sheets were crisp, and suddenly, I was nervous. But this was Qui
Qui
“So, Harry’s sister,” he nudged me, “what do we do now?”
I pursed my lips in thought. “We could always just do what we’ve been doing.” I peeked up at him. “Friends?”
His eyes drifted down to my lips. He didn’t speak for a long while, but when he did, my heart sang. “It’s too late for me. You’re the coolest, fu
I snuffled a little laugh. “That’s kind of fu
He grunted, but the way he stuck me to his side was all I needed to know the grunt was a positive.
We lay in each other’s arms for a long while. The silence between was comfortable and easy. Neither of us felt the need to talk to fill in the space. It just wasn’t necessary.
Then, his voice rumbled into the open. “You could’ve chosen any one of those men.”
My lips pursed in thought then agreed, “I could have. There was a good five…okay, six minutes, where Marcus was a very likely contender.”
“Marcus?” He sounded mildly insulted. “Marcus? You’ve got to be kidding! He likes it rough. You would’ve hated that. He would’ve eaten you alive, Mia.” He scoffed, muttering to himself, “Marcus. What a joke.”
A sly smile crossed my face. I thought very carefully about what I was about to say next. “Well, now that I’m broken in, maybe I’ll book with him. It would be nice to see the other side of—” I squeaked when Qui
His glare was cutting and his voice was low, dangerous. “You’re not booking with anyone. You’re officially cut off.”
A teasing smile settled on my face. My voice was breathy at the feel of his body on mine. Memories of the night before washed over me. My stomach coiled delightfully and I whispered half-honest, “I was only joking, Qui
He didn’t respond for a long while, but when he did, it caused my nipples to bead. He uttered crudely, “If you haven’t got your fill, Mia, all you need to do is say the word.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Damn it, sassy retort! Where are you?
His lips curved into a smirk and I was done for. “You need more of this?” He ground him hips into mine. The friction was earth-shattering.
Spreading my legs, with my skirt hitched up at my hips, Qui
But then he was gone. My eyes followed him as he stood, reaching down to adjust himself, cursing, “Fuck, Mia. You’re my best friend’s sister.”
And there I was, thighs spread like a wanton hussy, my panties on display. I quickly covered myself, not yet trusting myself to speak.
He turned to me, hands on his hips, looking down at his feet. “I can’t do this.” He lifted his face, his eyes on me. “I’m not going to lie. You’re gorgeous, Mia. Whenever I’m around you, I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.” He paused then added quietly, “I want you, but I can’t do this.”
I almost did a double-take. Oh Lord. Did I hear what I thought I just heard? Matt Qui
By thunder, I was not letting this opportunity slip away!
I would do whatever I had to where Matt Qui
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Qui
As I looked over at Mia, her doe eyes held me. With her tousled auburn hair draped over her shoulder, her full lips parted, wearing that pink blush I liked so much, saying no to her was harder than I thought.
She stayed silent a while, but then she moved. Slipping off the bed, her green polka dot dress bunching around her thighs, she stood, walking barefoot to meet me. When she stood in front of me, she spoke softly, “We’re not hurting anyone, Qui
Fuck, she was killing me. “I can’t do it. It feels wrong.”
She reached behind her, and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being undone. My eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”
Swallowing hard, her voice trembled. “We’re adults. We both consent to this. I don’t see the problem.” She shrugged, and the top of her dress fell forward, revealing her perfect porcelain skin down to her soft stomach, her silky white lace bra on display.
Not fair.
I fought the urge to groan. Instead, I stared at her breasts and stated, “I’m not boyfriend material.” I lifted my head and my eyes searched hers. “If that’s what you’re after, that’s not me.”
She tried to smile, but it was weak. “I know, Qui
I was so confused. “Then what? We fuck till we work each other out of our systems? I don’t…I mean, what do you want from me? Because I don’t have a lot to offer.”
Hooking her thumbs into the waist of her dress, she gently pushed it down her legs, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her only in her white lace bra and matching tiny silken panties. She looked up at me through lowered lashes. “I just want to play.”
My arms shot out at their own accord, sliding my hands around her bare back, and I pulled her into me. “So nothing serious? Just sex?” She blushed, nodding. “And it stays between us. Harry won’t find out.” She shook her head. I felt like a jerk. This was Harry’s sister. But, fuck, she was amazing. I was damn near sold. But I had one more thing to clarify. My hand slid down her back, over her ass, squeezing and kneading carefully, purposefully. “And if you start seeing someone, playtime ends.”
Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of my hands on her ass. She replied a breathy, “Okay.”
I pulled her close, loving that this was real. I wasn’t being paid to put on a show. My true emotions and reactions could be exposed, and the woman I was with turned me on like a light switch. This was the first sexual experience I’d had off the books for two years, and I was going to savor it.
“I want your lips, baby.” My voice sounded strange and almost harsh. It was my turn to place orders. I was about to have sex with someone, simply because I wanted to. That was a great feeling. Freeing.
Mia’s eyes met mine and the lust caught in them was an aphrodisiac on its own. Reaching up, she took my face in her hands and drew me down gently, as if I were something precious and she didn’t want to break me. Her lips close to mine, she breathed into me and my cock stood full-mast.
The co
With her soft, sweet lips on my own, I groaned into her mouth, lifting my tee. Separating for only a second, I removed it and threw it the only place it needed to be—away.