Irrefutable (The Apprehensive Duet Book 2) (21 page)

“And you think I’m going to help you humiliate my daughter?”

“Drop the act, Louis,” I snap at him as I scoop up my glass and drain the rest of the contents. “You don’t give a shit at all about Quinn or her rep. You’re planning on sending her to prison regardless. She’s just a pawn to you. We can merge and get what we both want, you can have Quinn out of the picture for good, and I can have my revenge.”

As soon as I mention revenge, something clicks in his eyes. The aspect calls to him but I don’t know why. Now’s not the time to try and figure it out either. It’ll have to go in my pocket to weed through later. “What’s the stipulation?”

“I want to know everything about how you plan to pull this off.” This is all for nothing if I can’t get him to agree to this plan. “You’ll excuse me if I don’t trust anyone with the last name Taylor at this point in time. It’s fairly obvious neither one of you is good at keeping your word. Plus my interim CEO doesn’t think I’m ready to head things on my own, but he doesn’t want to run things much longer, so you are my insurance plan as well. I’ll be damned if he brings someone else in. But I refuse to go into this blind. I want to make sure your plan is foolproof.”

“Where’s my insurance? Why would I agree to this without a guarantee?”

“I have a contract, ready to be signed, all I have to do is forward it to you. It names you as the President until your retirement. When time comes, I, the Vice President, will take over. There’s a lot that can be learned from you, Louis. I’m not too scorned to see that. Any amount of time under you will benefit me in the long run. After you look it over, we can make any adjustments within reason.” I fluff his ego, hoping maybe a little ass kiss will help seal the deal.

Sitting, I rest my ankle on my knee and lean back, unbuttoning my blazer. Time to get comfortable. The carrot has been dangled and the greed in his eyes tells me he’s about to bite.

“But you don’t get the contract until I get the plan. This whole arrangement’s contingent upon you having a foolproof plan. Quinn’s already gotten a leg up on you without you even knowing.”

Once the exaggerated sigh leaves his mouth, I know I have him exactly where I need him.

“Regency BioTech. That’s how we take Quinn down.”

DOING MY BEST to be as quiet as possible, I head back into Quinn’s place after heading out super early for workouts over at the facility, and I’m kind of hoping she’ll still be sleeping so I can sneak back into bed and hold her.

But finding her pacing the kitchen instead tells me that’s not going to happen.

“Okay,” she nods. The messy bun on the top of her head flops with her head’s movement. Even biting her nails with anxiety, she manages to look beautiful, wearing just socks and my dress shirt from last night.

Her worried eyes meet mine as she says, “Okay, call me right after.” Her fingers clutch the phone as she brings it down from her ear.

“What’s going on, angel?”

Quinn has a blank scared look on her face as she answers me. Her voice very low and monotone. “Our picture was picked up and Jordan’s on his way to see my father now.”

Her mind has to be going a mile a minute. This is huge. Today is the most important day of the plan; everything else revolves around it. Jordan has to convince Quinn’s father that he’s done with her and wants to see her go down. Not an easy task. Louis Taylor is completely unpredictable.

My body simply gravitates toward Quinn and my arms wrap around her. Pressing my lips to her head, I ask “What can I do?”

“There’s a million things going on in my mind right now. This is it, Alex. My whole life rests on today. I can’t breathe. It feels like everything is closing up,” she says reaching up and grabbing at her throat. If this keeps up she’s going to throw herself into a panic attack.

“Your whole life doesn’t rest on today. If this doesn’t work, we’ll find another way. We won’t let anything happen to you,” I say as I wrap my hand around the arms she has clenched around my neck and pull them down. “You need to relax and breathe. Deep breaths.”

She listens and her body loses some of its stiffness in my arms. Her chest rises as she drags air into her lungs. She lets it out softly and slowly, repeating a few times before she speaks again. “Alex, remember last night when you said it was okay to distract myself with sex?”

“Yes.”

Quinn turns in my embrace and looks up at me as she says, “I think now is one of those times I need to distract myself. Please take it away. Make it stop.”

Having sex with a woman when she’s on the brink of needing a Xanax isn’t something I think is a good idea. But Quinn is her own woman. Her blue eyes are clouded in fear. If she doesn’t quiet the storm raging in her head, she’ll spend however long it takes to hear from Jordan, driving herself to insanity.

“If that’s what you need right now, I’m more than happy to help,” I smile down at her giving her my charming side. “Whatever helps.”

Quinn’s body deflates like a balloon with a slow leak until she’s barely standing on her own in my arms. Her eyes close and she leans her head forward on my chest. Her arms wrap around my midsection and a huge sigh leaves her mouth. “Give me something else to focus on.”

How can I deny her?

Bending down, I tuck my arm behind her knees, pick Quinn up and carry her back to bed. The moment she’s secure in my hold, she nestles her head into the nook of my neck. It makes me feel as if I’m the quiet to her noise, which I relish in a war where I can’t do much. If she needs me to worship her body to help her through this, I’ll do it.

Letting her down beside the bed, I wait for Quinn to gain her balance before beginning to unbutton the few buttons that are fastened at the top of my shirt she’s wearing. Fuck, seeing her in my clothes makes me want to throw her down on the bed and mark her with more than my wardrobe. But this isn’t the time for that.

Her exposed skin calls to me begging to be kissed. I place my lips just above the swell of her breasts as I undo the second button. My lips follow the path of my hands until I find myself on my knees in front of Quinn. She shimmies the shirt down her arms and it makes a very erotic thud as it hits the floor. The sound echoes through the silent room. A tremor runs through Quinn at the sound, so I know it must have had the same effect on her.

Threading my fingers under the sides of her panties, I guide them down her legs. Once I get them past her hips, I lean in and kiss from one hip to the next. Quinn’s eyes follow me the whole time, goose bumps breaking out across her skin. A breath catches in her throat, and it takes a moment before it returns at a much faster pace.

By the time I get my eager lips to her pulsing clit, she’s trying to close her legs and her hips are moving from side to side but she’s completely free.

Gripping behind her knee, I throw her leg over my shoulder. Quinn’s long, blonde hair almost reaches the bed as she throws her head back and moans.

“Oh God!”

Sweeping my tongue through her slit and getting that first taste only fuels my hunger. Quinn’s starts to ride my face, gripping my hair in her fists. As soon as I feel those nails on my scalp, I’m a goner. I need to be inside her so bad but I want her to come first. My plan is to ride her hard. I want her out of her mind when I finally impale her on my cock.

My fingers dig into her hips as I pull her down onto my face hard and try to hold her in place while fucking her with my tongue. Eating her as if she’s my last meal. As if I can’t go a minute longer without her taste flooding my mouth.

Removing her hand from my hair, Quinn reaches between in and squeezes her clit. A second later, there’s no holding her in place as her pleasure rolls through her body. Her screams are loud and incoherent. Her thighs squeeze my head like a vice as her release hits my tongue.

Not even giving her a moment to come back down, I push her back, positioning her at the end of the bed, and ram into her, stilling myself.

“FUCK!” she screams.

And I do.

In and out.

Long, hard strokes.

The way her breasts bounce as I slam into her over and over is fucking gorgeous.

The walls of her pussy spasm around my cock choking the hell out of it, and her eyes snap open seeking mine. “God, yes,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”

“I never plan on stopping,” I grunt out each word between thrusts, not letting up until Quinn’s eyes roll into the back of her head. Her body bows off the bed and her arms wrap around me. She digs her nails into my back as she screams her pleasure in my ear.

“Yesssss.”

Between the feel of her body wrapped around me and the sounds coming from her mouth, the intensity is too much, and I give in to the pull. Pleasure explodes inside every part of me. A tingle zips down my legs. It feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked from the room. Quinn’s pussy is still pulsing around me, just slower, when I finally come down from the high.

Not wanting to leave the warmth of her body but unable to continue to support my weight, I flop down onto Quinn trying to brace myself on my arms.

Leaning my forehead against hers, I breathe out, “God, you’re amazing.” Then I pull out and roll off. Reaching out, I find her hand, wrap it in mine, and bring it up to my lips. “Don’t get too comfortable; that was only round one.”

MY MIND HAS been completely wiped of anything other than coming and Alex’s cock for the last two hours. God, that cock has dazzling power. I swear whenever it’s out, my mind can only focus on it and the amazing things he does with it. The way he was just dragging it in and out of me, at the most frustratingly slow pace while staring into my eyes, telling me how great I feel around him occupies my mind as a loud shrill sound scares the hell out of me.

My phone’s ringing and vibrating on the floor, filling the room with anxiety. No one else would be calling me but Jordan. Alex did exactly what I asked him to and made me forget. Now the ringing of the phone has all my forgotten fears and worries flooding back in, breaking what little was left of the dam holding me together.

As much as I want to answer that call and hear all about how Jordan was able to dupe my dad, what happens if he tells me that it didn’t work? We put everything we had into this plan. If my father doesn’t go for it, I’m fucked. The minute Jordan tells him he’s known all along about his threats; it could paint a target on his back as well. We only had the one ace in the hole. That was the one thing my father didn’t know about. He had no clue Jordan was aware of the real reason for pushing us together.