The Man Who Has No Heart - Victoria Quinn Page 0,63
to leave when you love it here. And I love seeing you all the time.”
“Whatever we decide, we stay together.” My fingers dug farther into her hair. “Alright?”
An emotional smile moved onto her lips.
“We’ll figure it out.” I didn’t want to leave this building, not when it was in the perfect location, close to my mom and brother. I also loved the amenities, having someone take care of everything for me so I wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. It was a major step up from Jeremiah. And since every residence received the same amenities, the other tenants hardly showed their faces because they never needed to check their mail or organize their deliveries. It felt like I had the building to myself. “There’s a solution to every problem. And we’ll find it.”
She looked at me in a whole new way, her eyes shifting back and forth and gazing into mine, as if she couldn’t believe what I’d just said. Her hand slid over my chest before she tugged the sheets down from my waist. She straddled my hips, dropping her pussy onto my hard length.
Because I was always hard with her.
She guided my crown to her entrance and slowly sank down, inching closer until my balls rested against her ass.
I held myself up on a single elbow, my eyes practically rolling to the back of my head because this felt as incredible as it always did.
Her hand pushed into my chest, forcing me back until I was flat.
Then she arched her back and moved farther over me, before she started to bounce and grind, handling my dick like she could feel what I felt. Her palms flattened against my chest, and she rode me, her tits shaking, her hair down over her chest, her blue eyes on me with her lips parted.
I held on to her hips and clenched my jaw, because she made me want to come the second she was around my length, gripping me with the force of a snake, with the wetness of a soaked sponge. “Fuck…”
Eighteen
Cleo
He picked me up at my apartment.
Once the door was open, he stepped inside and slid his arm around my waist. I wasn’t in heels, so he had to bend his neck down to kiss me, and he tightened his hold on my lower back as he tugged me against his hard body.
I melted so fucking fast.
My arms circled his neck, and my lips trembled against his, his sexy kiss always blowing me away, always making my toes curl whether I wore shoes or not. A man had never made me feel this way, physically elated me and emotionally fulfilled me. Deacon was my best friend, but he was also the best dick I’d ever had.
That made me lose my mind every time we were together.
He pulled away, taking his touch with him. He saw my bag on the couch and hooked the strap over his shoulder.
“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I already had a strong suspicion where he was taking me, but I chose to let him surprise me.
“The cabin.” He came back to me, towering over me, his espresso eyes darkening even further when he looked into my face.
That was the answer I was hoping for. “That sounds nice.”
His arm moved around my waist again, holding me close. “Tucker gave me the idea.”
“Oh?”
“Asked if he could bring a girl because it would be the perfect place to fuck for the weekend. Well, I’m going to bring my girl and do just that.” He gave me another gentle kiss before he moved to the door.
He kept doing that…making me melt like a piece of chocolate on a s’more. A whole weekend of privacy, of lovemaking in a cabin on the lake, of doing whatever I wanted without having to operate in secrecy… It sounded like the nicest thing ever. At the Trinity Building, I had to be careful, sneak out early in the morning before everyone else came to work. It was exhausting, not sexy and taboo like some people might assume. I loved my job and didn’t want to lose it. It gave me gratification, gave me something to be proud of. The reason I was good at my job was because I genuinely enjoyed taking care of other people. But I was risking it all for Deacon…because he was worth the risk.