Chapter 6 #4
She took her mouth again, unhurried and devastating walking her backward with nothing but pressure and intent until Quinn’s spine met the glass. Cool. Solid. The city flared behind her, a blur of light and motion and rain far below. Seventeen stories up. Wide open. Watching.
Quinn made a sound into the kiss—needy, like it surprised her as much as it gave her away.
Avery smiled against her mouth and pulled back just enough to breathe her in.
“Look at that,” she murmured, nodding toward the city far below. “All of them down there. Let New York City watch while you’re between my thighs, licking me until I’m shaking for you.”
Quinn sucked in a breath, sharp and broken. “Jesus, Avery—”
Avery didn’t let her finish.
Her hands slid over Quinn, mapping her like she’d memorized every line. Over shoulders, down her sides, thumbs brushing her nipples, tight and betraying exactly how turned on she was. Quinn’s head tipped back against the glass.
“Oh, fuck,” Quinn breathed, the word falling out of her without permission.
Avery felt it everywhere.
She leaned in, her mouth close to Quinn’s ear. “You sound good like that,” she said quietly. “Don’t stop.”
Quinn let out a low, helpless laugh that melted into a moan. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Yes,” Avery said, unbothered. “And you love it.”
Quinn didn’t argue.
Her gaze dropped, she took in the black lace clinging to Avery’s skin, the way she stood so close, so sure, like she wasn’t even questioning whether Quinn would follow her lead.
Quinn’s hands lifted, tentative for half a second before settling at Avery’s hips. Her thumbs brushed the lace, it was almost reverent.
“Can I?” Quinn asked, voice rough, her gaze fixed on Avery like she already knew.
Avery met her eyes. Held them. Then nodded once. “Do it.”
Quinn exhaled shakily and hooked her fingers into the delicate fabric, sliding it down inch by inch, taking her time like she was savoring it. Avery sucked in a breath as the lace slipped past her hips, then lower, then was gone, left pooled on the carpet at her feet.
The air felt different without it. Sharper. More exposed.
Quinn looked up at her, dark-eyed and wrecked.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re drenched.”
She had been dripping since she walked out that door, wrapped in silk and sin.
Avery lifted Quinn’s chin slightly. “Eyes on me.”
Quinn’s gaze snapped back up immediately, breath coming fast, lips parted.
“Good,” Avery said, softer now.
She stepped back just half a pace, enough to make the loss of contact ache and let the moment stretch. Quinn shifted without thinking, chasing the closeness, her breath hitching when Avery didn’t give it to her yet.
Avery’s fingers threaded into Quinn’s hair, firm but not rough. Possessive. Guiding.
“On your knees.”
The words landed low and heavy.
Quinn swallowed. Her control wavered then she exhaled, slow and shaky, and sank down in front of her.
“Fuck,” she whispered, like she couldn’t believe herself. Like she absolutely could.
Avery stayed standing, pulse pounding, the sight of Quinn below her hitting something hot and fierce in her chest. The glass behind them caught everything—the height, the city, the way Quinn looked up at her, open and undone and wanting.
Avery tightened her grip just slightly, guiding Quinn exactly where she wanted her.
The first long, pass of Quinn’s tongue pulled a groan from Avery’s throat before she could stop it.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Right there.”
Quinn made a sound that wasn’t a word, thick, and breathy. It was so damn honest.
“Avery,” she said, the name carrying please and more and don’t tell me to stop all at once.
Avery tipped her head back, one palm flattening against the glass as sensation rolled through her. The city blurred. The room disappeared. There was only heat and breath and the way Quinn listened to her like nothing else mattered.
The way Quinn worked her body was everything.
“Fuck, Quinn, yes. Just like that. Right there.”
Quinn moaned against her, the vibration ripping through Avery’s body.
Avery tugged lightly at Quinn’s hair. “Just like that,” she breathed. “Fuck, you feel how much I want you?”
“Yes,” Quinn said immediately. “God, yes.”
“You’re doing such a good job,” Avery said, voice low and filthy. “Licking me in this window where the whole city could look up and see.” The pressure climbed until it edged her breath apart. “Such a dirty girl, Quinn.”
The words pushed her closer.
“Fuck, mine.”
Quinn added her fingers and looked up at Avery before sinking them inside her. Avery met her gaze and nodded once, a devilish grin curving her mouth.
“You’re going to make me come all over your face,” Avery said, bending her knees, grinding down into her mouth.
“Please,” Quinn said against her. “Please come for me.”
Avery grabbed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and rode the edge she’d been holding back. When it finally broke, it broke hard, her breath shaking, fingers tangled in Quinn’s hair as she stayed exactly where she was.
Avery took a breath.
Then she tilted Quinn’s chin up with two fingers.
Her voice was steady—controlled in a way that felt dangerous.
“Bed,” she said. “Now.”
Quinn rose eyes dark, mouth still parted, utterly wrecked and smiling like she’d never wanted anything more. She kissed Avery deep, insistent, dirty.
“Yes,” she murmured, already turning toward the bed.
Avery watched her go, heat still humming through her, and felt the control settle—taken, not forced.
She followed. And for one reckless night, she let herself forget what would happen in the morning.
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