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  ‘Why would I help you hurt Quinn? I love him. Now, let me go.’

  I finally pulled free, my face burning as I walked away.

  ‘Think about it,’ he said. ‘There could be a lot of money in it for you.’

  I glared at him before walking away. I maneuvered my way through the crowd, making my way to Quinn, who was sitting at the table.

  I sat down, his brow furrowing. ‘Are you OK?’

  I nodded. ‘I’m fine, just Donald being slimy.’

  ‘Oh?’

  ‘Yeah, it’s no big deal,’ I said. ‘More people offering me money to leave you.’

  ‘Really?’ he asked, his brow raising. ‘Donald offered you money?’

  ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to go home, wash the slime off of me, and go to bed.’

  He stood up, looking around.

  ‘What are you doing?’ I asked.

  ‘Looking for Donald,’ he said.

  ‘Quinn, don’t,’ I said.

  ‘There he is,’ he said, starting off towards one of the tables where Donald was standing with Ellie.

  I chased after him as best as I could in my heels. ‘Quinn! You’ll cause a scene!’

  Quinn walked directly up to Donald. ‘May I speak with you?’

  Donald looked to Quinn. ‘We’re among friends. What can I do for you?’

  ‘I would appreciate it if you stayed away from my girlfriend,’ Quinn said.

  Donald looked to me. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’

  ‘Of course you do,’ Quinn said. ‘I’m telling you now; stay away from my girlfriend.’

  ‘What makes you think that you can keep me away?’

  ‘Don’t test me,’ Quinn said. ‘I’m being serious, Donald. Stay away from her.’

  Quinn then turned to me, taking my hand in his. We walked off, heading back towards our table.

  ‘Grab your purse; we’re going to see Miranda and leave,’ he said.

  I picked up my clutch from the table, following Quinn as we headed to the bridal party table. There was already a couple talking to Miranda and her new husband, so we ended up waiting.

  ‘Miranda,’ Quinn said.

  ‘Quinlan!’ Miranda said happily. ‘I’m so glad you could make it.’

  ‘I wouldn’t miss it,’ he said. ‘Oh, this is my girlfriend, Stephanie Fournier.’

  ‘Girlfriend?’ she asked, shaking my hand. ‘I didn’t think you were the relationship type.’

  ‘Things change,’ Quinn said with a smile. ‘Anyway, we have to get going. I just wanted to congratulate you and tell you it was a beautiful wedding; you looked beautiful.’

  ‘Aw, thank you,’ she said, blushing. She looked to me. ‘It was nice to meet you.’

  ‘Ditto,’ I said, smiling.

  ‘Oh, and Quinlan, thank you for the tea set,’ Miranda said. ‘It’s beautiful.’

  Quinn nodded. ‘You’re welcome. Have a good time.’

  He took my hand again, leading me towards the exit.

  ‘Tea set?’ I asked.

  ‘A silver one,’ he said. ‘It was on her bridal registry.’

  ‘Oh,’ I said.

  We headed up the stairs and out to the valet, Quinn handing over his ticket. The valet was swift, bringing the car around to Quinn, who skillfully handed him a twenty.

  It was silent on the way home, and we pulled into the parking garage quickly. Quinn turned off the car, getting ready to get out.

  ‘Wait,’ I said, putting my hand on his.

  ‘What?’

  I leaned across the seat, kissing him. He was reluctant at first, but softened, kissing me back passionately.

  I pulled away. ‘You know I would never hurt you, right?’ I asked breathlessly.

  He nodded, kissing me again.

  ‘Back seat,’ I said.

  ‘Here? We’re so close to the apartment,’ he said.

  ‘Here,’ I said, getting on my knees in the back seat. ‘Put the seat up as far as it can go.’

  He did as I asked as I started to unhook my garters, then take off my shoes. I slid off my panties, pulling my skirt up to my waist and securing the garters again.

  He got in the backseat. I grabbed hold of his slacks, making him lift his butt so I could pull them down.

  ‘Sit in the middle of the seat,’ I said, the head of his cock illuminated from the lights outside, shining with the tiniest bit of precum.

  He did as I asked, sitting in the middle of the seat. I threw my leg over him, careful not to bump my head as I took hold of him, sliding down onto him.

  ‘Jesus,’ he said. ‘You’re tighter than usual.’

  ‘Probably not enough foreplay,’ I said, ‘but I want you now.’

  I started to rock my hips, watching carefully that I didn’t hit my head, which took me out of the moment. I looked behind me, seeing how much room we had.

  ‘Do you think we can try doggy style?’ I asked.

  ‘We can try,’ he panted.

  I got off him, waiting for him to get on his knees on the floor of the car. I also got on my knees in front of him, my head resting on the seat. He was able to enter me, making me shiver from head to toe, his thrusts starting out slow.

  ‘Faster,’ I purred.

  ‘You want it fast?’ he asked.

  ‘And hard.’

  He suddenly sped up, making me call out. I wasn’t sure if anyone would find us and I knew being found having car sex wasn’t exactly classy. I tried to keep quiet as he let loose, his hand at my thigh, feeling my garters.

  I squeezed my muscles as tight as I could, causing him to gasp.

  ‘You keep that up and I’m going to come,’ he said between thrusts.

  I purposely squeezed again, making him slow for a moment to gather himself as he let out a long moan. He took his moment, then started up again, this time pushing into me as far as he could go.

  He went back to pounding, my orgasm starting to build. I lost myself in the sensations, coming hard as I gripped the seat, the smell of leather in my nose.

  He kept going, his body jerking as he let out a grunt. He stroked my ass to my thighs, feeling at my garters as my orgasm quieted.

  I turned to him, breathlessly. ‘See? Doggy style is possible.’

  ‘Yeah. Round two when we get upstairs?’ he asked.

  ‘Oh yeah,’ I said with a sultry smile.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Michelle put down a bowl of chocolate ice cream on the table.

  ‘So, he didn’t hit him, though,’ she said.

  ‘Nope, he was just really angry. I let him cool off in the car before we... well, got steamy,’ I said, trying not to laugh.

  ‘More car sex, nice,’ she said.

  ‘What about you, any word on the cutie from the lunch room?’ I asked.

  ‘Just fleeting glances,’ she said with a sigh. ‘He seems to come into the lunch room to talk to me, but he doesn’t do anything about it. So, I don’t know.’

  ‘This may sound crazy, but you could say something?’ I offered.

  ‘Nooo, no way,’ she said, trying not to smile. ‘No. He’s got to come to me.’

  ‘Hmm,’ I said. ‘I guess I can’t really give advice; my relationship didn’t start out so normal.’

  ‘Seems pretty normal now,’ she said. ‘Going to weddings, date nights, sex all the time.’

  ‘I still don’t think it’s normal, but I can’t complain,’ I said, digging my spoon into the ice cream. ‘I keep wanting to ask how Cassandra is, but then I remember that you aren’t working there any more.’

  ‘I guess you haven’t really seen her,’ she said.

  ‘Just a fleeting glance,’ I mocked.

  She laughed a little. ‘Which was more than enough, am I right?’

  I nodded. ‘Oh, way more than enough. Too much.’

  ‘Well, there you go,’ she said. ‘No need to ask about her.’

  ‘True,’ I said, nodding. ‘Can you believe that two people have offered me mo
ney to leave Quinn? In a week, no less.’

  ‘Those people use money for everything. They get what they want because they pay,’ she said, getting a spoonful of her own ice cream.

  ‘I know; that’s what Quinn said. He wasn’t even surprised that Anita bribed me, but Donald threw him through a loop,’ I said. ‘Boy, was he mad.’

  ‘Didn’t you say Donald said he wanted what Quinlan has?’ she asked.

  I nodded. ‘Yup. He wants to ruin Quinn, thinks I’ll be the one to help put the nail in the coffin. I bet he’s the one that’s spreading the rumour about Quinn going to rehab, hoping to ruin his reputation.’

  ‘He sounds like a jerk,’ she said. ‘Why did you dance with him?’

  ‘I didn’t have a choice!’ I exclaimed. ‘He was there, pushing Quinn out of the way. Ugh. I hate him.’

  ‘He’s a jerk,’ she said, taking a spoonful of ice cream.

  ‘Definitely,’ I said.

  ‘What about the ball, you ready for it?’ she asked.

  I nodded. ‘As ready as I can be. I’m going to meet the rest of his family, so it should be interesting. Apparently Anita’s father isn’t too bad.’

  ‘Hopefully he won’t turn out to be a jerk because Anita is his kid,’ she said.

  ‘Well, according to Quinn, Anita has like, five siblings. Ellie is her sister’s kid. Apparently she got pregnant when she was sixteen, forced to have her, all this drama. Linus loves Ellie, but frowns upon her mother’s decisions.’

  ‘Probably accounts for how stupid Ellie is,’ she said.

  ‘Mhm,’ I said. ‘Anyway, what shall we do today? Stay in and watch movies?’

  ‘What’s Quinlan up to?’ she asked.

  ‘Doing work,’ I said, rolling my eyes. ‘He missed a lot because he was sick. He’s also waiting on Mister Brody to call. He did that stupid meeting while he was sick; probably felt like crap while trying to sell himself.’

  ‘Tough break,’ she said. ‘Well, we can watch movies or go see one. Up to you.’

  ‘Ooh, let’s go see one. Quinn doesn’t like going to the movies, so I don’t go unless it’s with you,’ I said.

  ‘Great! Finish your ice cream and I’ll grab my keys.’

  I arrived home, my cell phone ringing as soon as I got in the door. I looked to the screen, not recognizing the number.

  ‘Hello?’

  ‘Hey.’

  ‘John?’ I asked, confused as to why my brother was calling. ‘How did you get this number?’

  ‘Ma gave it to me.’

  ‘Oh. OK, what do you want?’ I asked.

  ‘I was talking to Mom and Dad about the repairs I did on the old house. How they said they would give me the money once they sold it.’

  ‘Yeah, but they only had enough for the new mortgage on the house in Whitby.’

  ‘Yeah, well, I want that money.’

  I was stunned. ‘OK, well, you need to talk to them about that.’

  ‘They don’t have it,’ he said.

  ‘Well, I don’t either,’ I said.

  ‘You have your boyfriend,’ he said.

  I shook my head. ‘See, this is why I didn’t want you guys to meet him. Quinn owes you nothing. I owe you nothing. You want that money; go to Mom and Dad.’

  There was silence on the other end.

  ‘I’m hanging up,’ I said, pulling the phone away and pressing END. I started feeling a little nauseous, getting angrier.

  Quinn walked out of the hallway in his sweatpants. On a normal day, I would have been all over him, but I was too pissed off to appreciate it.

  ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.

  ‘Exactly what I said would happen,’ I said, throwing my phone down on the bar. ‘My brother called, asking for money.’

  ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘What did you tell him?’

  ‘That I don’t owe him anything. Then he’s like, “You have your boyfriend”, what the hell does that mean? I told him you don’t owe him anything, either,’ I shouted.

  ‘How much does he want?’ he asked.

  ‘I don’t know. I remember my mum promising him something like ten grand. But the house didn’t sell for what they thought it would, and then they bought the place in Whitby, so there was no money left.’

  ‘I can cut him a check,’ he said, putting his hands on my waist.

  ‘No,’ I said, pushing him away. ‘Then Michael will come sniffing around. I’m not giving them anything.’

  ‘It would get them off your back,’ he said.

  ‘I don’t care,’ I said, crossing my arms. ‘The little leeches.’

  My phone started to ring again. I looked to it, seeing it was my mother. I reluctantly answered it.

  ‘What?’ I asked angrily. ‘Do you know what your son just did?’

  ‘Ugh, he already called; I wanted to warn you,’ she said.

  ‘Where does he get off asking for money from me?’

  ‘He said that because you lived at the house rent-free that you owed us money, so he could go to you to get it. I’m so sorry, sweetie, I didn’t think he would actually –’

  ‘Be an asshole? Come on, really. I told you they would do this.’

  ‘I’m going to be in the city this week. Let’s talk about this in person,’ she said.

  ‘No thanks,’ I said, ‘I’m done talking about it. Goodbye.’

  I hung up on my mother. I actually hung up on my mother.

  ‘You shouldn’t get angry at your mother,’ Quinn said.

  ‘Why, because I actually have one?’ I asked in the bitchiest voice possible.

  He looked to the floor, unable to say anything.

  ‘Oh my God,’ I said, ‘Quinn, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m just angry. I told you my brothers were going to do this.’

  ‘I know,’ he said, nodding. ‘But it’s not your mother or father’s fault.’

  ‘I know,’ I said with a sigh, rubbing my forehead. ‘I’m just really pissed.’

  ‘Come here,’ he said.

  I walked to him, putting my head on his bare chest. He held me close, making the anger melt right out of me.

  ‘I can give him the money,’ he said.

  ‘It won’t help,’ I said. ‘It’ll make things worse. He’ll know that he can get it out of me, find different ways. I just say we forget it ever happened.’

  He nodded. ‘I can do that.’

  ‘Now you see why I don’t like my brothers,’ I grumbled.

  ‘I saw it at the barbeque,’ he said, ‘but it definitely rams the point home when you get this upset.’

  ‘Speaking of ramming,’ I said, running my hands up his chest. ‘How about you let me get out some of this aggression?’

  ‘What did you have in mind?’ he asked, excitement glittering in his eyes.

  ‘Tying you up again,’ I said with a mischievous smile.

  ‘How about I tie you up?’ he said. ‘I have a little idea I want to test out.’

  ‘A new position?’ I asked.

  He nodded. ‘Yes.’

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘I’ll show you,’ he said, leading me towards the bedroom.

  ‘Undress,’ he said.

  I did as he asked, watching as he pulled out the bondage kit from the dresser.

  ‘Sit,’ he said.

  Again, I did as he asked, sitting down at the end of the bed.

  ‘Put your hands out, wrists together,’ he said.

  I did as he asked, watching as he tied the rope around my wrists.

  ‘Now,’ he said, ‘get on the bed, on your knees.’

  There was a rustle of clothing before he got on the bed, coming up behind me and knocking my legs apart with his knees. He then got on the bed on his back, his head directly underneath my sex.

  ‘Sit on my face,’ he said.

  ‘You saw this in a porno, didn’t you?’ I asked, adjusting myself so that I was inches away from his mouth.

  ‘I don’t watch porn,’ he said, his tongue snaking out and licking from my entrance up to my
clit. He kept running his tongue like that, up and down, tickling at my clit for a moment before sticking his tongue inside as deep as he could, which made me let out a throaty moan.

  He paid attention solely to my clit, ravaging the button with furious licks, making my legs shake. I couldn’t do anything with my hands, which forced me to stay upright.

  I started to grind, my moans getting louder and louder as everything started to build, having no way of stopping it. It exploded as I enjoyed the throbbing that traveled through my entire body.

  He slid out from under me, wiping his face before he grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me towards him.

  ‘Stick your ass in the air,’ he said.

  I got down on my arms, arching my back, giving him the best view possible. It was difficult laying as I was, with my hands tied, but the second I felt him enter me, I lost myself, forgetting about them.

  The build-up was quick and fierce, my hands gripping at the covers. He gave a quick thrust, making me nearly scream, bringing me closer and closer until I felt it burst within me. Quinn was quick to follow, giving a few quick thrusts before his body stiffened.

  I stayed in my position as I panted heavily, trying to regroup, my hair a curtain around me. Sweat dripped down my forehead and onto my arms. I was yanked into reality by Quinn slapping my ass playfully.

  ‘You still with me?’ he asked.

  I laughed. ‘Yeah. I think you can take this off.’

  I held my hands out so he could untie them. He tossed the rope on the floor, taking a deep breath.

  ‘That was good,’ he said, laying down on the bed.

  I collapsed on top of him, my head on his chest. ‘It was. It always is.’

  ‘Except when I made you bleed,’ he said.

  I frowned. ‘You’re still on about that? It happened weeks ago.’

  ‘It’ll stay with me for a long time. I’ve never made a woman bleed before,’ he said. ‘I especially didn’t think I’d make my girlfriend bleed.’

  ‘Well, I lived and I’m OK,’ I said. I kissed his chest, running my hand along his stomach. ‘We have the ball on Friday.’

  He nodded. ‘We do.’

  ‘What about my dress?’ I asked.

  ‘Jessy is picking it up Wednesday,’ he said.

  ‘What if it doesn’t fit?’ I asked.

  ‘Are you a size six?’ he asked.