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“Oh fuck!” I cry out, my head flying back and landing on the upper part of his chest by his shoulder. I spread my legs wider, wanting more of that.

It shoots me straight over the edge.

My hands cling to the wall, my fingers scraping while my knuckles turn white as I hold on. By some power, he fucks into me harder, chasing his orgasm, and I love that. I love feeling him lose control inside of me.

“Christ. God, Quinn, your cunt...” He trails off, unable to finish what he’s saying because now he’s coming too. He pulses inside of me, his palm slapping the wall as he bellows out a harsh expletive followed by my name.

His teeth sink into my shoulder, and I gasp. It makes my pussy spasm, and he groans, almost as if he’s in pain. He slows his pace to a gentle rocking, still feeling me now that the brutality of our sex is done.

His forehead meets the back of my neck, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight with his cock still inside of me.

“Nothing better than being inside of you,” he murmurs before he pulls out, scoops me back up into his arms, and takes me straight into his bedroom for round two.

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Iwake up in the most blissful state. It’s early. The sky isn’t even touched by the sun, and yet I’m so perfectly warm with the woman beside me. She’s tucked in against my body, her arms and legs wrapped around me like I’m a vine. All too soon, she’ll get up and leave for work, and I need to do the same shortly after.

And when I see Russel this morning, I’ll be hit with the worst sort of tormenting guilt. What kind of father does this to his son? I’m not trying to hurt him. She just makes me so fucking happy. I’m not sure I’ve had a lot of that in my life. It’s been different joys and happiness, but nothing like this. Not even with Russel’s mother before she twisted everything the wrong way.

I don’t regret her getting pregnant, and I’d never regret my son.

But I also feel as though I was always waiting for Quinn, and I hate that he got to her first. That he’ll always be a barrier between her and me. That I should walk away from her and never look back because if I don’t, I’ll lose what little relationship I have with him.

So why can’t I stop? Why does the thought of letting this go break me in two?

Quinn doesn’t sleep in anything except her underwear, which she wasn’t wearing after her shower last night.

Which means she’s naked.

My hand slides down her spine to cup and squeeze her ass.

She moans. “What time is it?”

“Early.”

“Early isn’t a real answer.”

I grin. “It’s just before five.”

“I need to get going.” Yet she doesn’t move, and her eyes haven’t opened.

“Do you have time for a quickie?”

She smirks and takes my hand from her ass and puts it between her legs. A smile erupts across my lips. I love that she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. I love that she’s sexy and confident and strong. I love that she makes me smile in a way no other woman ever has.

And I fucking love that she’s already this wet for me.

I roll her on top of me and kiss her, dragging one hand through her hair to push the red strands back. She blinks open her sleepy green eyes, and my heart stops dead.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi, baby.” I comb more of her hair back, tucking it behind her shoulders. “God, Quinn, you are so beautiful.”

Her eyes hold mine, all playfulness slipping before she dips in and kisses me. I rub my cock up and down her slit, working her up. She moans into me before she sits up, lines herself up with my cock, and sinks down on me.

And hell. What I said to her last night is somehow even more true now.