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Quinn (The Beck Brothers 3)

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After the incident when he was ten, he started having massive fits when people would touch him in any way. No one could understand what was going on, so they just stopped touching him. He could remember becoming just completely overwhelmed with fear when anyone touched him. He didn’t necessarily feel fear anymore when someone touched him; it was just that the abhorrence of touch had stuck with him. Now, when he looked back on it, it had been just stupid not to tell anyone, not to get help. He was young and didn’t know any better, but the damage was done, and there was no fixing it now. God, if he ever saw that fucker again, he would kill him.

Quinn got Margot back to their hotel room without any problems. As long as he held her close, she didn’t even look drunk when she walked. Once inside their room, he let her go and she stumbled over to the bed, where she flopped down onto it on her stomach, and started giggling. Quinn locked the door, sat on the end of the bed next to Margot, and took off his shoes and socks. He pushed himself further up the bed and leaned against the headboard. Quinn grabbed the remote off the nightstand and turned the TV on. He was starting to get tired, but wanted to watch a bit of TV to wind down a little.

The bed shifted as Margot got to her hands and knees. Her long dark hair was hanging over her shoulders to frame her lovely face. It was so long that it grazed the comforter as she started to crawl up toward him. Why the hell was she crawling toward him? Quinn watched her. She looked like a sexy little cat prowling toward him. His pulse quickened and he licked his lips. He could see right down her shirt. All he could say to that was...God damn! Her ample breasts pushed together, almost popping out of her pink lace bra. What the hell was she doing?

Margot crawled up to him. Her breasts brushed against his chest as her mouth came down on his. Her lips claimed his with a searing hot kiss. The effects were immediate; as soon as her lips met his, he was hard. That has never happened to him before. Usually it took a little more coaxing...not with Margot. With her, it was instantaneous. She nipped at his bottom lip until he opened for her. Her tongue darted inside and slid along his and he groaned. He has spent so many nights dreaming about what it would be like to kiss her. Reality was so much better. Whether he liked her or not, his body wanted her...so badly.

“What...are you...doing?” Quinn panted between kisses.

“Mmm, I want you,” Margot purred in reply.

While continuing to kiss him, Margot straddled his lap and slipped her hands up the front of his shirt. As soon as her hands touched his skin, Quinn just reacted. In the next instant, he had them flipped over with her hands pinned above her head. He panted above her, his lips still brushing against hers.

“You can’t touch me,” he rasped. His voice was even lower and more gravelly than normal.

Margot frowned and searched his eyes but said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” he clarified.

“Okay,” she said, tilting her face up to kiss him again.

Quinn sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as their tongues met again. He had a fleeting thought about her being drunk, but he found that hard to hang onto when she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground herself against him. Quinn moaned into her mouth. He hasn’t had sex in...Jesus, he couldn’t remember. There was no way he could say no to her now; he was already too far-gone. His fantasy was becoming reality, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Quinn shifted her arms so that he could hold both of her wrists in one hand. He tore his mouth away from hers then used his one free hand to pull the top of her shirt down to expose her bra. He tucked each cup under her breasts, which pushed them up like an offering just for him.

“Fuck. You’re perfect,” Quinn breathed as he lightly ran a finger over her dark pink nipple.

Margot murmured something in French and arched under his teasing touch. He bent over her, took one nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard. Margot cried out. She tried to move her arms but his firm grasp held her down. She moaned something else in French that had his balls pulling up tight, she was fucking sexy as all hell when she spoke French in that husky bedroom voice of hers. She sure as hell wasn’t irritating him now.

After torturing her nipples to the point that she was begging, Quinn decided it was time to give her more. He stripped her of her clothes before getting rid of his own. He stopped for a moment just to look at her. She was breathtaking. She was soft and rounded in all the right places even though she was still thin. She wasn’t disgustingly thin, thank god. Her skin was flawless, smooth and soft, the hair between her legs was trimmed short and neat. It was kind of porn-star-ish. He liked it.


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