A Dangerously Sexy Affair (11 page)

“Are you planning to do anything illegal to me?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Then we're good.”

She pushed the door open and pulled him into her apartment. With one flick of a light switch the whole place was illuminated. Her tiny, cramped little home.

“Welcome to my
very
humble abode,” she said as the door slammed shut behind them.

“Quinn.” He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin against her shoulder. “How about you drop the act for a minute and be straight with me.”

“I am being straight.” She bristled, but the gentle climb of his hand up and over her rib cage melted her bones, and she sagged back against him.

“So you'll be fine when we wake up together tomorrow morning?”

“Who says you're allowed to sleep over?” A smile curved on her mouth as he brushed her hair back and kissed the delicate space behind her ear.

“Who said we'd be sleeping?” He sucked on the soft bit of skin where her neck joined her shoulder, then he stilled. “But I do mean it. I want you to be okay tomorrow.”

“You're worried I'm going to freak out again, aren't you?”

He spun her around and smoothed his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. “A little.”

But I trust you.

The words danced around in her mind like mischievous sprites, kicking up all kinds of confusing emotions and sprinkling their crazy fairy dust all over her thoughts. With Aiden around, the world seemed to have fewer shadows, less darkness. Rose-colored glasses much?

Knowing he was friends with the boss added another complicated layer to their relationship. But tonight wasn't part of their assignment and it wouldn't interfere with her life at Cobalt & Dane. If there was one thing Quinn could do, it was separation. Who she was in the gaming world was totally different from who she was at work. Here, with him, she would be another person. One who embraced and enjoyed sex and wasn't afraid.

“If you do your job properly, I won't have the energy to freak out.” She raised her eyebrow in challenge.

The concern in his face melted away. “You doubt my abilities in bed?”

“I don't doubt them, but I don't want you to slack off, either.”

He picked her up, supporting her ass in the firm grip of his hands. Laughing, she wrapped her legs around him, locking her boots around his lower back and moaning at the hard press of him between her legs.

“I
don't
slack off...not when it comes to this,” he growled. “We'll see who's ready to call it quits first.”

“I'm an insomniac. I can stay up
all
night.” Her teeth nipped at his earlobe.

“You slept pretty well last time.” He carried her to the bed, sinking one knee into the mattress as she continued to cling to him like some kind of sex-starved barnacle. “You were purring like a kitten.”

She
hadn't
slept that well in years...nor for a night since. “Beginner's luck.”

“So tell me, Quinn, what game are we going to play tonight?” He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her. Not a single part of them touched, yet her whole body throbbed as if he was already on top of her.

“Hopefully, not a waiting game.”

“You were the one who said we had all night.” The corners of his eyes crinkled and he bent down, his hands on her boots.

Watching him unknot the laces was strangely erotic, as though he was slowly untangling the tension within her. Loosening her bonds. Freeing her.

He slipped the boots off one by one, revealing her neon-yellow-and-black Batman socks. Not exactly the attire of a practiced seductress. But soon they were gone, too, and he crawled up her body like a panther. Sleek and powerful.

Power wasn't normally something that attracted her. In fact, she often steered clear of men who had the kind of physical prowess that Aiden possessed. But instead of being intimidating, he wore it like a uniform. Something he would use to protect rather than control her.

“What's going on in that head of yours?” He braced himself with a hand on either side of her shoulders, hovering over her as he gently nudged her legs apart with his knees.

“Contemplating the secrets of the universe,” she quipped.

“Then I'm not doing my job properly.”

He lowered his hips to hers, pressing her into the mattress. His hard thighs held her open while he shifted his weight to one hand and used the other to trace the outline of her body. Through the loose-knitted fabric of her sweater, she felt the heat of his palm.

The moment he touched her, all her erogenous zones screamed “me, me, me” at full volume. Her breasts ached and her nipples had already peaked into stiff buds before his fingers made it past her shoulder.

“Please,” she murmured, arching her back to try and bring his hand closer to where she wanted it.

“
That's
more like it.” A chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat as he placed kisses along the neckline of her sweater, taking his sweet damn time.

He skipped her breast altogether as his hand skated down her rib cage to the hem of her sweater, ducking under it so flesh met flesh as his palm pressed against her belly. Stroking his thumb back and forth, he waited.

“What's the holdup?” She propped herself up on her forearms.

“I've got an idea.” His eyes sparkled like blue gemstones.

“What kind of idea?”

“A
sexy
idea.” He sat up and looked around her room for a moment until his eyes locked on something.

Pushing up from her bed, he made it across her apartment in a few long-legged strides. When he returned, he had something in his hands. The belt of a silky bathrobe she'd bought at Comic Con a few years ago; the one that looked like a Stormtrooper uniform.

Panic sped through her veins and she sat up, tucking her knees to her chest. “You're
not
tying me up.”

“No, I want you to tie
me
up.” He held out the piece of silk, moving toward her slowly.

“Why?”

“Because it'll put you in full control. You can do whatever you like to me, however you like in whichever way you like it.” His pupils were hungry and dark, drawing her toward him. “No need to freak out if you're the one in charge.”

Her fingers brushed his hand as she took the length of silk from him, enjoying the sensual slip of it against her palms. Could she really take command? The idea buzzed in her head, a million sexy possibilities flying around.

“Are you doing this just for me?” she asked, absently wrapping the silk around her palm.

“I'm doing this for both of us. Having a beautiful woman string me up and take charge is unbelievably hot.” The words came out gravelly and rough. “I want this.”

He knelt on the edge of her bed, running his palms up and down his thighs. So close to where his erection strained against the fly of his jeans, long and hard. Her body pulsed with unexpected power. A tight ache gathered between her thighs at the thought of having him at her mercy.

Aiden wasn't weak; she knew that for sure. The way he'd taken charge in the office and on that first night, bringing her the kind of intense pleasure she'd never known before, showed he was totally comfortable in the driver's seat. But the idea of having all that strength and masculinity contained, bound and controlled...hell. Moisture gathered at her sex, need spiking hard and fast within her.

“Strip.” The commanding tone in her voice was totally foreign to her, and for a moment she wondered where it had come from. This wasn't her. Quinn Dellinger was
not
a powerful person.

But he made her feel that way, and she wanted to revel in it.

“Yes, ma'am.” With the lazy swagger of a cowboy, he pushed up from the bed.

“Slowly.”

He smiled, clearly enjoying being told what to do. Shrugging out of his jacket, he tossed it to the floor with more theatrics than she'd expected. Then he ran his palms up and down his chest. Her breath caught in her throat as he snagged the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up, revealing fair skin, ribbed with muscles. Everything bulged and flexed as he moved, but her eyes were drawn to the sharp V at his waist. Two lines pointing toward heaven. Those muscles were God's gift to the world; she was sure of it.

With a cheeky smile he threw the T-shirt at her and it landed on her head. Clearly, being turned on as all hell meant her reflexes had gone to sleep. Laughing, she pulled the shirt off and tossed it on top of his jacket.

“I feel like we should have some music for this,” he said, wrenching at the buckle of his jeans. “Then I could get all Magic Mike on you.”

“You don't need music, Aiden.” She leaned forward on her knees so she could watch as he drew the zipper down with excruciating leisure.

“Is that a fact?” His thumbs tucked into the waistband of his jeans and he pushed them down, toeing off his shoes at the same time. His socks were gone in a flash.

Attempting to dull the ache in her sex—or perhaps to heighten it—she squeezed her thighs together and resisted the urge to touch herself. No other guy had ever managed to get her as excited as this. And they hadn't even gotten past first base.

“All of it,” she breathed. “Off. Now.”

“I'm glad you've taken to my idea.” Without an ounce of modesty, he whipped off his black boxer briefs and stood in front of her. Hands by his side, awaiting her instruction.

His cock jutted forward, hard and strong and oh, so tempting. Unable to resist, she crawled to the edge of the bed and touched her tongue to his cock, catching a pearled bead of pre-cum from the tip of him. An anguished groan sounded out in the room.

She had him. Tonight he would be hers.

“Sit.” She pointed to the bed and thanked her lucky stars she'd kept the ornate headboard her mother had picked up at the local thrift shop when she was a teenager.

Now, instead of stringing up pictures of long-haired rock stars and her favorite game characters, she would be tying up a man. Times had certainly changed.

Aiden did as he was asked, setting himself down on her bed and presenting his hands to her like a birthday present. A frisson of excitement charged through her nervous system, fueling her on. Filling her with confidence.

“Good boy,” she murmured as she wrapped the silk around his wrists.

She'd never claimed to be a Girl Scout, so the knot was probably an abysmal attempt, but it would have to do. She lifted his arms up and secured him to the headboard, straddling his hips as she worked.

“Jesus, Quinn.” He arched against her, the hard length of him digging into her inner thigh. “You're so damn sexy.”

“And you moan a lot when you're turned on.” She put the finishing touch on her amateur bondage attempt and kissed him so hard his head pressed back against the bed frame. “I like it.”

“And I like you.” His eyes blazed for a moment before he squeezed them shut again when she wrapped her fingers around him. “Christ, I
love
that.”

Hardness melded with softness as she stroked him, pumping her fist up and down. She twisted her hand with each stroke as he gasped and jerked his hips up to match her rhythm. Her other hand cupped his balls, kneading them and tugging them.

“Maybe we should have put some rules in place—” His words dissolved into a moan. “Rule number one, you can't make me come in the first five seconds.”

“Negotiation time is over.” She leaned forward, boldly whispering in his ear as she continued to pleasure him. “If I want you to come now, you'll come now.”

Oh, my God!
Who the hell was she?

11

A
IDEN
'
S
GAMBLE
HAD
most definitely paid off. Quinn straddled him, still fully clothed save for her feet, and she was a whole new person. A sexy, take-no-prisoners person. One who was going to give him the quickest orgasm of his life if he didn't do something about it right this second.

“We've got all night. There's no need to rush.” His body had to work overtime to push enough blood to his head so he could form a sentence. No easy feat when she was working her magic hands up and down him.

“So stop me,” she challenged him. “Untie your hands and
make
me.”

For a moment he wanted to. He could easily wriggle loose of the poorly tied knot. But that wasn't the point. He'd given her the power, and taking it away now would undermine what he wanted to achieve. Instead he clenched his jaw and fought the rising tide of pleasure lapping at him, pulling him closer to release.

“That's what I thought.” Her smug grin was reward enough for him, but then she shuffled farther down and dipped her head between his legs.

“Uhhhh!” His body jerked hard when she wrapped her lips around the aching head of his cock. “That's not fair.”

An evil laugh reverberated against him as she sucked him, drawing her mouth up and down his length with deliberate slowness. The second she sucked hard on his head he thought it was all over. But she pulled back at the last second, releasing him. Leaving him panting and perfectly frustrated.

“Maybe I should be in charge more often?” Untangling her limbs from the duvet, she stood and peeled her sweater off to reveal a highlighter-yellow bra.

“You
definitely
should be in charge more often.”

The pink ends of her hair scattered around her shoulders, and she tugged out the little skull and crossbones clip by her ear. It pinged as it hit the nightstand. The dark eyeliner she'd worn that day had smudged, making her hazel eyes seem even bigger and brighter.

“Has anyone ever told you how goddamn sexy you are?” He rolled his shoulders as best he could with them tied above his head, fighting the urge to break free and grab her. Toss her onto the bed and worship her.

She swayed her hips as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. “Just you.”

“Bullshit.”

Two perfect, pale breasts bobbed in front of his face as she ditched her bra. Her nipples were stiff and pink as roses. He ached to take one between his lips and roll his tongue over it.

She tossed aside her jeans and finally her panties, leaving her body bare for his eyes to feast on. Every part of her was beautiful, from her trim hips to her bony elbows, to the gentle curve of her calves and the sweet pinkness of her sex. He wanted it all.

“It's not bullshit.” Her confidence faltered. “You're the only guy who's ever said it before.”

“Well, that is a crime.” How had anyone not appreciated how lucky he was to be with Quinn? Idiots. “Come here so I can make up for the stupidity of my gender.”

She crawled onto his lap, her small thighs barely holding him down as he pushed against her. The tip of his cock grazed her sex; she was so wet. So hot.

“Condom?” He muttered through clenched teeth.

Reaching over, she dug around in the drawer next to the bed for what felt like hours, eventually holding a foil packet up triumphantly. The sound of it ripping only heightened his excitement, and when she placed it at the tip of him, rolling it down slowly, he thought he might burst.

“Are you ready?” she asked, her lips pressing against his, her tongue gently sliding into his mouth.

“If I was any more ready it'd be over.”

Pressing her hands into the center of his chest, she lifted her hips up and positioned him at her sex. His body screamed out for her, the chant of
yes, yes, yes
thundering in time with his pulse. The moment she slid down onto him the world shifted. Heat enveloped him like a tight fist, her muscles clenching and sucking him in deep.

“Aiden,” she sighed, her head rolling back as she gripped the headboard and circled her hips. “You feel so good inside me.”

What was sexier? The way her eyelids fluttered as she rocked up and down on his cock or the breathy, gravelly way she spoke to him? He had no idea.

“How good?”

Those dark smudgy eyes opened and a wicked smile curved on her lips. “Next time we do this, I'm going to gag you.”

“Next time?” Lord, he never assumed he'd be that lucky.

She rocked her hips, her tiny breasts bouncing in front of his face. Straining against the silk, he rose up and caught one with his mouth. He rolled the hard nipple over his tongue and suckled. Her skin was creamy, soft. Sweet. Like silky ice cream.

“I'm so close,” she gasped, the words tumbling out in garbled pleasure. “Aiden, I'm... I'm...”

She shifted, changing the angle so she could brush her clit against his pubic bone with each stroke. Perspiration glowed on her skin, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He blanked out everything but them and the amazing sensation of her riding him.

“I want to feel you, Quinn. I want to feel you come.”

Her beautiful face scrunched up and she dipped a hand between her legs. As her fingers circled her sweet spot, spasms ran through her to him.

A high-pitched cry hit the air and she gasped his name, sending him over the edge. His thighs shook and his blood roared in his ears. Nothing had ever felt like that before. Nothing.

* * *

Q
UINN
HAD
NO
idea how long she'd been slumped against Aiden's chest. Eventually he shifted, trying to stretch his muscles, and she realized he was still tied up.

“Want me to get that?” Her hands skated over his shoulders as she planted a kiss on his forehead.

“If you wouldn't mind.”

Would pulling the silk from his wrists send her back into a spiral of fear and doubt? She toyed with the knot, biting down on the inside of her cheek. Moments ago she'd felt as powerful as a god, commanding their pleasure as though she'd never mistrusted the opposite sex.

As for Aiden...well, no one she'd ever been with came close to him. In
any
aspect.

“There you go.” She pulled the silk tie through the ornate design on the headboard. He reached around her back, stroking the length of her spine as he held her close.

“That was incredible.” His hot breath fanned her neck as he nibbled there. “
You're
incredible. You need to be in charge of all of the things.”

She laughed. “I'm glad you have so much faith in me.”

“I do.”

Light danced in his eyes, his irises as blue as the sky on a calm summer day. Warm, inviting. Peaceful.

She waited for the nerves to come, for the thumping of her heartbeat or the twitch in her fingers. But her body felt like liquid pleasure, high on endorphins. Comfortable.

Safe.

As if sensing her confusion, he brushed the hair from her face and cupped her head. “All good?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Let me freshen up, okay?” He set her down on the bed and disappeared into her bathroom.

What would happen now? Would he leave? He had said something about being up all night.

Leaning over the edge of the bed, she reached around for something to wear and spotted his T-shirt. She lifted it up to her face and inhaled the scent of him—a hint of cologne, not too much, not too little. And something earthy, masculine.

Slipping the shirt over her head, she pushed up from the bed and grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from her drawer.

“Looks good on you,” he said as he walked across her apartment, totally naked. “But what am I going to wear?”

“The birthday suit fits you pretty well.”

He reached out to her and she stepped into his arms, but instead of hugging her he picked her up and carried her to the couch.

“Hey! What the hell?”

“It's game time.” He set her down and retrieved his underwear. “We need to settle this once and for all.”

“What?”

“‘Mario Kart.' I'm going to whip your ass so you'll stop holding it over me.”

A happy bubble formed inside her chest. “The hell you are. Prepare to eat shell!”

“Oh, it's on.” A wide grin split across his face as he winked. “You're going down, Princess Peach.”

“Screw that. I'm Yoshi or we're not playing.”

A few hours later—and after kicking his ass enough times that he couldn't call it a fluke—Quinn set her Nintendo controller onto the couch beside her, triumphant. Never before had she felt so comfortable with a guy, so at ease. Sitting there in his T-shirt, inhaling his scent and absorbing the warmth of his thigh pressed against hers, she was unafraid.

“I admit defeat.” He laughed and ditched his controller onto the floor before grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into his lap.

“I told you so.” Her arms wound around him and she shrieked when he nuzzled her neck with his rough, stubbled chin.

“Yes, I bow to the ‘Mario Kart' master.” His nuzzling turned into something hotter as his tongue swiped her skin, his lips sucking at her. “Ready to claim your prize?”

“And what prize is that?”

“Me, kneeling at your feet in the shower.” His hand slipped under the T-shirt and smoothed over her rib cage.

A sharp flare of pleasure ran through her when he tweaked her nipple and she gasped. “Do I get to tie you up again?”

“I'm going to use my hands this time.” Standing, he picked her up easily and her thighs squeezed against his waist, her feet locking behind his lower back.

Her hand brushed over the light switch as they entered her tiny bathroom. There was barely enough space for both of them to stand, so he sat her down on the sink while he got the water running in the shower. He moved about the space as though he'd been there a thousand times before, and he looked as if he belonged. With her.

Don't tell me one orgasm and a “Mario Kart” win is enough to make you want to do the relationship thing?

Aiden's laugh brought her back into the present. “I dig the T-Rex shower curtain.”

“That was a gift from Alana.” The white shower curtain had a large decal of a black T-Rex wearing a floral shower cap and holding a scrubbing brush. “Part of my housewarming present. She couldn't stand the thought of me using the old one my mother had given me.”

“She looks out for you, doesn't she?” Steam billowed out from the shower, and he held his arm under the spray to test the temperature.

“Yeah. We're a good team. She's one of the only people I trust in the whole world.”

“Why's that?”

She shrugged. “Alana's never lied to me. Sometimes she'll tell me the things I don't want to hear, but I know everything out of her mouth is the truth, positive or not.”

In one step he closed the gap between them, nudging her legs apart, his mouth descending on hers. It took her by surprise that he could still be so hungry for her after what they'd done. But he was hard against her, rigid and ready.

“You're insatiable,” she said between kisses.

“And you're the best damn dessert a guy could ask for.” He helped her down from the sink and steered her toward the shower. “Now it's prize time.”

A shudder racked her body, the promise of him on his knees before her more than enough to start up a deep, cavernous ache in her sex. She wasn't done with him, not yet.

Warm water hit her skin as she stepped into the tub, the steam fogging up the air around them. But Aiden knew exactly what he was doing. He turned her around so she faced the tile, and a moment later something cool hit her shoulder. The scent of strawberries filled the air, and he used her shower puff to massage her back, working the liquid soap into her skin in sweeping circles.

“Now
this
is a good prize,” she said, sighing and rolling her head.

“Just you wait.” He moved the puff around her body, circling her butt cheeks and massaging the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

He covered every inch of her, reaching around to work up a lather over her breasts and stomach. Meanwhile he pressed against her from behind, the hard ridge of his cock fitting against her ass. After they'd rinsed the soap away, he turned her around and pressed her up against the wall. The shocking contrast of cool tiles against her back and warm water against her front made her jolt.

But the second he was on his knees there was nothing else. Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, he opened her. She braced her hands against the tile but there was nothing to grip onto. Nothing to keep her safe.

“Hang on to me. I don't want you to fall.” He pulled her hand to his head and she threaded her fingers through his lush curls, tugging involuntarily when he pressed his mouth against her sex.

Hesitation was not in his vocabulary. Rubbing her lips with his thumbs, he parted them and ran his tongue up the seam of her. It was all she could do to stay upright.

“You taste so sweet.” His voice was almost drowned by the rush of water from the shower head and the drumming of her heartbeat in her ears. “I could do this for hours.”

“I'm not going to last for hours. I—” A gasp wrenched from deep inside her cut off the words as he drew her clit between his lips.

He knew exactly what pressure she needed, not too much and not too little. He was the goddamn Goldilocks of giving head.

“Yes, Quinn?” Raising his eyes to look at her for a moment, he grinned. Clearly, he was enjoying having her at his mercy, even though he was the one on his knees.

“Back to work.” She pushed his head down again, and his laugh reverberated against her thigh.

His hand bit into her ass as he held her against his face, the other teased her entrance. He promised pleasure but held back as he let his tongue do the work, drawing out her anticipation. Her muscles clenched as if trying to draw him in. When he finally pressed a finger inside her, it was all over. Wave after wave of release shuddered through her body, knocking her knees out from under her.