33. QUINN
33
QUINN
It’s adorable to see how grumpy he gets when he’s not allowed to touch my breasts.
Yet.
And yes, I noticed, but this needs to be all out in the open before we can fully enjoy each other. So, I try and ignore the aching need for him between my legs and focus on the task at hand.
“That was the big news for me, but there’s something important I need to show you.” I begin to rummage through my purse.
Where is it?
If after all the checking and rechecking, I still forgot it, I’ll never forgive myself.
“Need help?” Enzo looks at me with a concerned expression.
“No, no. I…” I finally pull out the drive, grinning. “Got it. Where’s your TV? Laptop, whatever will do, really.”
He’s looking more confused than ever but points me to the screen in the corner of the room.
It takes me a few minutes to figure out the controls.
“There.” I collapse on the sofa next to him, remote in hand.
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be looking at here.” He frowns at the screen, which is pitch black still.
“Not looking. Listening .”
Liam’s voice fills the room, and Enzo is listening intently, at once.
“That’s my ex-husband, by the way,” I mutter dryly. “If you can believe it.”
Enzo’s eyebrows jot together when he brings up Enzo.
“Did you tell him about me and Silvano?” Enzo’s eyes are wide.
“Are you kidding me? I avoid the man like the plague. I never mentioned your name to him, and I never mentioned Silvano. Not even on my lives.”
“Then, how does he know?”
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out as well.” I bite down on my lip. “I can’t prove it exactly, but I think Silvano and Liam are working together somehow.”
“Why did you think to record the call?”
I’m embarrassed to even say it out loud. “Well, Liam has a tendency to be quite…” I pause, searching for the right words. “Inconvenient and persistent. I was thinking I’d be recording that.”
“He doesn’t sound like the ideal husband…” His voice darkens.
“No, which is why he I now my ex- husband.”
“Either way, he sounds like an absolute idiot. I’m sorry you had to put up with him as long as you did.” His words are genuine, but I can’t help but feel a thinly veiled layer of jealousy behind them.
Enzo? Jealous of Liam?
There’s absolutely no comparison.
“Well, it’s over now.” I shrug. “But I guess I’m still working on some of the issues he left me with. Trust being the biggest one.”
Enzo’s arms are around me in an instant. “You don’t have to worry about someone like him bothering you again,” he assures me. “Him or Silvano. They’ll have to go through me to get to you.”
Something stirs inside of me, hearing him say those words. There’s just something so… primal about him being protective like that.
I look up at him. “Do you really mean that?”
“I swear on my life. ”
Our gazes lock together, and it feels like the wind is knocked out of me.
“Quinn, I promise to be by your side for as long as you let me. You’re the one I want. You and our baby… If you’ll have me.”
“Enzo…” My voice is barely above a whisper.
“I should have told you this a long time ago.” He clasps my hands in his. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Quinn. No matter how much I try to run away from it, you’re the only one I want.”
“Enzo… I…” I’m a blubbering mess, barely able to form coherent sentences.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, with what I’ve already done to you—”
“ Enzo. ” I force him to look at me, and then my gaze softens. “I love you, too.”
His lips come crashing onto mine, soft but insistent.
His fingers knot in my hair, and his hot breath fans across my face when he pulls away.
“Quinn, you have no idea what you’ve just done for me. I love you so much.”
“What about…” I hesitate. “What will you tell your kids? I know that you’ve always been careful.”
“They know already,” he says without skipping a beat. “They know I’m in love with you.”
My breath hitches in my throat, but Enzo doesn’t let me answer with my words. Instead, he brings his lips to mine once again.
This time, his touch isn’t as soft as it was before. It’s passionate, frantic— like he is trying to claim me.
“I need you, Quinn,” he growls against my lips, and scoops me up bridal style like I weigh nothing at all.
His lips caress mine, and his tongue battles mine. There’s nothing innocent about our kisses anymore. They’re desperate, dirty. A precursor of what is in store for the rest of the night.
“Take your clothes off,” he demands, setting me down on the edge of his bed.
My fingers cannot move fast enough as I’m trying to yank the fabric off my body. For a moment, I’m self-conscious about the way my tiny bump protrudes at my belly.
But Enzo’s lustful gaze is enough to dispel it straight away.
I dip my hands into the waistband of my panties.
“Stop.” He towers over me. “I want you to keep those on.”
Fuck. I love it when he gets like this.
In a second, he’s transformed me from someone who’s capable of making her own decisions to someone who’s entirely at his mercy, waiting for his next command.
“Lean back. I want to see you touch yourself. Show me what you did when you missed me.”
He adjusts himself so he has a direct view of the show he’s making me put on.
My hand travels downwards, stroking my almost naked body.
I take my time with it.
A low moan emerges from his throat as my fingers begin to circle outside my core, over the fabric.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
I slide the fabric to the side, and dip one of my fingers inside of me. There’s no resistance at all.
“ Fuck.” His gaze is solely fixed on me. “You’re so wet for me already.”
I pick up the rhythm, putting another finger in.
My eyes close as Enzo unbuckles his pants, and the fabric fall on the floor.
He’s getting himself off, watching me.
I nearly cum from the visual alone.
“Tell me, Quinn. Did you imagine my cock replacing those fingers of yours when I was away from you? Did you moan like that, thinking it was me fucking you instead?”
I nod, over and over. “I…”
I’m so close, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“I’ll make up for whatever I missed out on,” he says. A delicious promise that pumps my veins with anticipation.
“ Enzo,” His name rips from my throat in a low moan as I bring myself to the first orgasm of the night.
“Good girl.”
The show is over, and he has me pinned underneath him in an instant.
His thick erection between my thighs, as he begins to leave open-mouthed kisses all over my chest.
“Fuck, your tits.” His face lights up like a kid at Christmas. “They’ve gotten even bigger.”
I moan as he squeezes them, and then circles his tongue around my nipple.
“What do you want, Quinn?” he demands, growling in my ear.
“I…I want you.” The ability to speak seems to have left me entirely.
He kisses down my torso, stopping at the joint between my hip and my legs.
I squeeze my thighs together, not able to take the slow, languid pace he’s taking.
I want him now.
“What is it that you want me to do to you?” he asks from between my legs.
“I want you to… fuck me.” My language is filthy, but it’s honest.
I just want him to take me right here, use my body for his pleasure, bring me to a release that makes me see stars.
He shakes his head. “No, baby. Not yet. First, we’re going to make love.”
I gasp out loud as his tongue slides between my folds. He’s eating me out at a slow, almost tortuous pace.
I fist my hands in his hair. “ Harder.”
He responds by bringing one of his fingers to rub my clit, doubling the pleasure he’s giving me already.
“I… Oh my… Fuck .”
The combination of his mouth and fingers drives me over the edge.
I soak his face in my juices.
When he emerges from between my legs, he’s grinning, pleased with his work.
And then, he presses his lips against mine.
“Taste yourself, baby.”
I moan loudly and lick his lips with a desperation I didn’t even know I was capable of. My mind is hazy, all the pleasure must have short-circuited my brain.
He is hovering over me now, and I hold him in my hand, caressing and massaging, pulling him closer, trying to bring him some small fraction of the release he’s given me so far.
But he stops me.
“No. No more teasing,” he whispers against my ear. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do as I’m told, and he brings up my legs to rest on his shoulder. We’ve never done this position before—but it feels intimate.
Our eyes never leave each other as he drives into me.
Oh my god.
A litany of curses flies out both of our mouths as our bodies adjust to each other. There’s no need for any protection anymore, and the rawness of it is multiplying our pleasure tenfold.
“Fuck, Quinn. You feel like…” His breathing is labored, and he picks up a steady thrusting rhythm. “Heaven.”
I throw my head back. He’s going to bring me to ecstasy again. I just know it.
There’s no one else who’s been able to understand the subtle cues of my body like Enzo does.
Enzo picks up his pace, fucking me rough for a few moments before stopping abruptly.
“What…”
“I can’t,” he murmurs. “The baby.”
“The doctor says it’s okay,” I blurt out.
“Don’t tempt me, Quinn.” He pulls out of me, and flips me over.
When he slides into me again, this new angle is everything.
I bite down the pillow, holding back my moans.
“Tell me you’re mine.” He grabs a fistful of hair and pulls my head upwards. The motion is not painful and sends a jolt of pleasure down my body.
“I’m yours. Yours, yours, yours.”
His breathing gets more and more ragged, and he thrusts into me harder than before.
“Fuck, Quinn.” He cums inside me at the same time I reach my orgasm.
It’s the most intense I’ve ever had in my life.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the room is that of our ragged breaths. And then, he slides off me.
“Quinn, I love you. I love you more than you’ll ever know. And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to prove it to you.”
I snuggle into his chest. “I love you more.”
My heart feels full. There’s nothing that could make this moment better.
I’ve gotten all that I could ask for.