Her shoulders slump, and she lets out a deep breath. “When you mentioned The Green Leaf, it reminded me that I’m thinking less and less about Katie.”
Now I understand the guilt in her eyes.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I have an idea you might like.”
Quinn gives me a curious look. “What?”
“Name your bakery after Katie. That way, you’ll remember her every day.”
Quinn’s lips part, and then a smile begins to tug at her mouth. “Oh, my God, Eli. That’s the best idea.”
I link my fingers with hers. “So, will you think about making The Green Leaf your cupcake store?”
Quinn nods. “In memory of Katie.” A frown starts to form on her forehead, then she asks, “Why is it so important to you that I open the store where The Green Leaf was?”
Lifting her hand, I press a kiss to the back. “Because you’ll be close to me, and I can make sure you’re safe.”
“Oh.” Her features soften, then she nods again. “Okay.”
“We can sign the lease?”
“Yeah.”
I tug her against my chest, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m so happy to hear that.”
Letting go of Quinn, I get up to switch off the bathroom light. Turning back to her, I say, “Now, let's talk about you teasing me with sex.”
A burst of laughter explodes from her, and she darts up, making a run for the door. I catch her before she can make her escape, and lifting her off her feet, I toss her on the bed.
I crawl over Quinn, and restraining her hands on either side of her head, I pretend to scowl at her. “You like making me hard and then leaving me with your dad?”
She shakes her head, laughter dancing in her eyes.
“Where’s my ribbon and lingerie?” I ask, letting go of her one hand, so I can brush my fingers down her neck.
“Ah… your birthday is only in four days, and right now, it’s all imaginary because I don’t own any lingerie.”
Lifting an eyebrow at her as I move lower, cupping her breast, I ask, “What else can that imagination of yours come up with?”
Quinn’s lips part, and she arches her back, pressing her breast harder into my palm. “I can’t think when you’re touching me like that.”
I slide my hand down her body until I’m cupping her pussy through her shorts. “And now?”
“Eli,” she breathes my name like it’s a prayer.
I begin to rub her through her clothes, and she lifts her hips, trying to get more friction.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” I order.
Quinn’s eyes are feverish with need. “I want more.”
“What do you want me to do to you?” I murmur as I lower my head, letting my breath skim over her jaw.
“Take off my clothes.”
I rub her pussy harder. “And then?”
“Eli,” she groans.
“What do you want me to do then, Quinn?” I demand as I lift my head so I can capture her eyes.
“Touch me everywhere.”
I move down her body, and taking hold of her shorts and panties, I drag the fabric down her legs. I drop the clothes on the floor, then push her legs open, pressing kisses to the inside of her thigh. Reaching her pussy, I let my breath fan over her.
Quinn begins to tremble, her eyes locked on me.
I part her with my fingers and then swipe my tongue over her clit.
Air bursts from Quinn’s parted lips, and seeing her tremble because of me, fills my chest with satisfaction. Taking hold of her hips to keep her in place, I lower my head again, and then I fucking devour her, lapping up every drop of her arousal like a man dying of thirst.
“Eli,” she cries as she grabs fistfuls of the covers.
I thrust my tongue inside her, then suck on her clit, making her thighs quiver. Quinn tilts her head back, moans drifting from her, and when she’s close to finding her release, I go in for the kill, pushing a finger inside her as I suck her clit hard.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, and then she convulses as she orgasms, her pussy clenching hard around my finger.
I keep fingering her as I move up her body, making her pleasure last as long as possible. Pressing my mouth to hers, I thrust my tongue into her, wanting her to taste her arousal.
When Quinn comes down from her release, I pull my finger out of her, then coat her lips with the wetness. “Next time you tease me with sex when our parents are around, I’ll eat your pussy, but I won’t let you come.”
Quinn nods, and then I suck her arousal from her lips before kissing her with the pent-up frustration of having to hold back from sinking deep inside her.
It’s not that I have to. I’m giving myself blue balls because watching the anticipation building in Quinn feeds the addiction in me.