Quinn felt the bed move, but he was too lost in her touch to bother looking at what she was doing. A moment later her mouth closed over the head of his cock and he let out a strangled cry that he has never heard come out of him before. His eyes flew open and looked down at her. Margot had one hand still wrapped around his shaft while she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. He swore he died and went to heaven. Quinn couldn’t take his eyes off of her; it was the sexiest thing he has ever seen. He has only let one or two women go down on him, but never let them stay there long. He was going to let Margot stay as long as she wanted to, that was for sure.
Quinn panted as his hips thrust slightly on their own accord. Margot didn’t seem to mind, she seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he was. He laced his fingers into her hair and held her head. She hummed her approval and Quinn almost lost it. He felt the tingle at the base of his spine and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Margot...” Quinn breathed in warning.
Her response was to take him in deeper and use her other hand to cup his balls. Quinn cursed, his hands tightening in her hair. His head fell back again as he came, and a long, low moan escaped him as Margot sucked him dry. Quinn shuddered and had to push her away because he couldn’t take it anymore. She giggled and fell back onto the bed, as he collapsed onto his back next to her, with one hand on his chest, the other arm covering his eyes, trying to slow his breathing and heart rate.
“It was good, non?” Margot giggled.
Quinn smiled and removed his arm so that he could look over at her. “Very good.”
“I am happy that I pleased you,” she purred.
“You definitely pleased me,” he murmured, rolling onto his side to face her.
Margot smiled sweetly. She reached out and ran her fingers down his bearded jaw, but her smile faded, and she looked apprehensive all of a sudden.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Quinn asked, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
“Did you mean what you said last night when you said you were falling in love with me?” Margot asked quietly, her eyes watching her fingers as they trailed over his beard.
Quinn stared at her lovely face and knew he could not lie to her, and he couldn’t not answer her. She deserved to hear how he felt. This was going to be his first step in being a better man for her. He would tell her how he felt about her because she needed to know. He could see it on her face.
“I did mean it, yes,” Quinn said.
Margot’s eyes widened slightly in shock as they snapped up to meet his. She either didn’t expect him to answer or thought he would have blamed it on the booze.
“I am falling for you, too, Quinn,” she whispered.
Quinn’s eyebrows shot up. He was expecting that. “Really?”
“How could I not?” She responded.
He shrugged. “I just didn’t think...I thought I was too screwed up for anyone to fall in love with.”
“You are a wonderful man, Quinn. I wish you could see what I see.”
Quinn sighed and nodded. He hoped that with help he could eventually see what Margot saw in him. As of right now, though, he still considered himself fucked up, and hoped that this relationship with Margot would work out. He never pictured himself getting married, always figured he was too messed up for any woman to want to stay with him long enough; but now, when he looked at Margot, he could see her as his wife. That totally blew his mind. He now had a goal that he desperately wanted to reach, and he would do whatever he had to do to get there.
Quinn pulled Margot into his arms and kissed her. Tonight was her father’s viewing and tomorrow was the funeral; he was not looking forward to either. After a couple of minutes of cuddling, they got dress and ready to go to the viewing.
Chapter 8
After returning from Paris, Quinn and Margot fell into a regular routine. They went to work, had dinner together every night, and would watch some shows together; after an amazing and exhausting round of sex, they would go home to their separate places to sleep. Margot’s ankle healed up fairly quickly, but they continued to drive to work together. Quinn was slowly getting better with letting her touch him. In addition, he has been working with Jared Walsh, Sebastian’s soon to be brother-in-law and therapist. Quinn called him the day after they got back from France. Things were going good with him, and he was definitely making progress.