Chapter 12
Quinn & Avery
By the time they reached Quinn’s hotel, the city felt quieter.
She led Avery through the lobby, the warmth of her hand still lingering in hers.
The moment the elevator doors slid shut, they collided.
Avery wasn’t sure who kissed who first, only that it was urgent and hungry.
Quinn’s mouth claimed hers, hands gripping her hips like she might vanish if she let go.
Avery moaned into her, heat sliding down her spine and pooling low in her stomach.
“God, I missed your mouth,” Avery whispered against her lips.
“Then shut up and kiss me,” Quinn murmured, voice rough, already unsteady.
They didn’t stop. Not when the elevator chimed.
Not when the doors opened and Quinn stepped back, straightening with that impossible composure, smoothing her shirt as if they hadn’t just been devouring each other.
Avery smirked as she followed her down the hall, biting her lip.
But the second the hotel room door closed behind them, Quinn abandoned the restraint.
She turned sharply, caught Avery by the waist, and pressed her against the door with a low sound that vibrated through both of them.
Their mouths met again, deeper this time.
Quinn’s hands slipped beneath Avery’s jacket, pushing it down her arms. Avery shrugged Quinn’s jacket off in return, barely breaking contact.
“I need you,” Avery breathed.
“You have me,” Quinn replied, her mouth trailing down Avery’s throat.
They undressed in heated bursts, clothes scattering across the floor in their wake. Quinn dropped to her knees, her lips skimming the curve of Avery’s hip before tracing down the line of her thigh.
Avery stepped back, breath catching, and sat on the edge of the bed, legs opening in silent invitation.
“Put that beautiful mouth to good use, baby,” she said, voice low and thick with want.
Quinn’s eyes darkened. “As you wish.” She leaned in and drew her tongue up Avery’s center—slow, deliberate, unhurried.
Avery cried out, unfiltered, one hand tangling in Quinn’s hair.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “Just like that. God—”
Quinn answered with firmer pressure, hands sliding up to anchor Avery’s thighs. A soft sound vibrated against her, sending sparks straight through Avery’s core. She pressed a kiss there, then another, then drew her in with careful, steady focus.
“Don’t stop,” Avery breathed, hips shifting. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Quinn didn’t. She stayed steady, controlled, letting the rhythm build, fingers tightening slightly as Avery’s breath fractured above her.
“God, you’re so good at this,” Avery whispered, voice breaking. “So good.”
Quinn lifted her gaze briefly, eyes blazing, before returning her attention to where Avery needed her most.
The tension wound tight and then snapped, pleasure crashing through Avery so fast it stole the air from her lungs. Her hand fisted in Quinn’s hair as her body arched.
Quinn held her steady through it, easing her down gently as the aftershocks faded, her mouth softening until Avery finally collapsed back onto the mattress, chest rising and falling.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispered.
Quinn pressed a final kiss to her inner thigh before standing, gaze dark but composed as she spoke.
“My turn,” she said quietly. “Move up the bed.”
Avery didn’t argue. She scooted up toward the pillows, chest rising and falling rapidly. Quinn climbed over her, straddling her hips, pressing a kiss to her lips, then her jaw, then the column of her throat.
“You taste so fucking good,” she said between kisses.
Quinn kissed down her chest, then sucked a nipple into her mouth, biting just enough to make Avery gasp. Her fingers slid between Avery’s legs, already finding her slick and needy.
“Oh, fuck,” Avery moaned. “Yes, please—”
“I’ve got you,” Quinn whispered, voice like velvet and smoke.
Avery was still trembling, breath uneven as she came down, but the second Quinn moved down enough and kissed her inner thigh before starting to rise toward her core again, Avery reached for her hair, tugging her away slightly.
“No,” she murmured, voice low and rough. “My turn.”
Quinn stilled, eyes dark and questioning.
“Lay down for me,” Avery said, sitting up slowly, her voice steadier now, commanding. “Let me touch you.”
Quinn’s breath caught, but she didn’t hesitate. She nodded and moved to the center of the bed, her long limbs fluid as she reclined back against the pillows.
Avery crawled over her, settling between her legs, her hands running up Quinn’s thighs. She bent down and pressed a kiss to her navel, then to the underside of her breast.
“You’ve been so good for me,” Avery said, kissing her way up. “All day today. All last week. Showing up in your perfect little suits. Acting like you’re not dying to fuck me again.”
Quinn let out a shaky breath, her eyes locked on Avery’s.
“Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about it too,” she said, voice tight, teasing.
“Oh, I have,” Avery whispered, brushing her lips against Quinn’s jaw, her throat, the edge of her collarbone. “Every night. Every time you looked at me like that in the office. I wanted you on your knees.”
Her hand slid down, between Quinn’s legs, only to find her wet with want. Quinn gasped, hips jerking up involuntarily.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Avery said, her voice thick with desire as she smiled against the sweat-slick skin of Quinn’s neck. “You want me, baby?”
Quinn moaned, helpless under her touch. “Yes. Please.”
Avery kissed her, deep, insistent. Her fingers slipped between her folds again, slick and eager. Quinn gasped into her mouth, her hips chasing every movement.
“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about,” Avery murmured, lips brushing over her cheek, then her jaw. “All those nights in your hotel bed… alone. What was in that brilliant little CEO brain of yours?”
Quinn’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching. “You,” she whispered. “Your mouth. Your hands. The way you looked at me in that bar like you already owned me.”
Avery groaned softly, dragging her tongue along Quinn’s throat before nipping at her collarbone. “What else?”
Quinn’s voice broke slightly as she spoke. “I thought about you on your knees. That first night. How you told me to come for you. The way you fucked me like it was easy. Like she’d known it would happen. Like you knew I’d do anything you said.”
Avery’s fingers moved in deliberate, deep strokes now—controlled, and utterly commanding. Quinn arched, her breath coming in ragged, desperate bursts.
“That’s because I did,” Avery said, her voice low and controlled as she bit gently at the swell of Quinn’s breast. “And you did. You let go for me. You liked it.”
“I fucking loved it,” Quinn gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets tight enough to turn her knuckles white.
Avery pressed her thumb against her clit, circling with just the right amount of pressure as her fingers curled inside her—deep and devastatingly perfect.
“Then come for me, baby,” Avery purred. “Just like that night. Let me see you lose it.”
Quinn’s whole body trembled, her heels digging into the sheets, every muscle tensing as her climax built and built.
“I can’t—” she gasped, shaking her head.
“Yes, you can,” Avery murmured, dark and reverent. “You’re right there. Let go. I’ve got you.”
Quinn whimpered, shaking beneath her. “I don’t want to yet—”
Avery looked up then, eyes burning with something wicked and possessive. “Baby,” she said, low and sinful, “don’t act like this is the only time you’re going to come tonight. I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life. You’re going to have to beg me to stop.”
Quinn let out a broken whimper and then shattered.
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body bucking, thighs trembling around Avery’s wrist, her head thrown back as she cried out.
Avery didn’t stop, didn’t ease up, just coaxed her through it, kissing her softly, murmuring praise between each breathless kiss.
When the tremors finally subsided and Quinn collapsed back against the pillows, flushed and dazed, Avery pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her.
“You’re dangerous,” Quinn whispered against her shoulder, still catching her breath.
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Quinn’s fingers resumed their slow, deliberate rhythm, her mouth brushing over Avery’s skin as she murmured questions that made Avery’s thoughts unravel. The teasing stretched just long enough to feel unbearable.
“Did you think about me while I was gone?” Quinn asked softly, her lips grazing the curve of Avery’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Avery breathed, her fingers tightening in the sheets. “Every day.”
“Tell me,” Quinn said, her voice low as she lifted her head to look at her.
Avery tried to form sentences, but Quinn’s touch kept stealing them. “I thought about you in the shower,” she admitted, her voice unsteady. “In my bed. I couldn’t stop replaying Saturday.”
Quinn’s hand slowed deliberately. “What part?” she asked, watching her carefully.
“When you were on your knees,” Avery said, her breath catching. “When you were in control. When I wasn’t.”
A subtle shift crossed Quinn’s face. Her hand stilled for half a breath before she resumed, her voice dropping slightly. “And what else?” she asked.
Avery swallowed. “I imagined bending you over,” she confessed, her voice rough. “Taking control for once.”
Quinn’s fingers paused again, and she let out a quiet exhale that sounded almost like a laugh. “That’s hot,” she said, her tone darkening as she leaned closer.
But she did not give Avery what she wanted. Instead, she slowed again, keeping her right at the edge. Avery’s hips shifted instinctively, chasing friction that never quite came.
“Be patient,” Quinn murmured near her ear, her hand steady but restrained. “You’ll get what you want.”
“Quinn, please,” Avery said, her voice breaking as her body trembled beneath the tension.
Quinn lifted her head slightly, her eyes sharpening. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” she said before leaning in to kiss her deeply, swallowing the sound that left Avery’s mouth.
The restraint disappeared then. Quinn shifted from teasing to certainty, her movements purposeful and controlled. Sensation built steadily, overwhelming and relentless, and Avery clung to her shoulders as her breathing turned ragged.
“Come for me,” Quinn urged, her voice firm but low, her forehead resting briefly against Avery’s temple.
Avery gasped as the release hit, sudden and consuming. She shook through it, fingers tightening in Quinn’s hair as her voice broke on her name. Quinn stayed with her through every second of it, steady and unhurried.
When it passed, Avery collapsed back into the pillows, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
Quinn eased her hand away and pressed slow kisses up her body before sliding in behind her beneath the sheets. She wrapped an arm around Avery’s waist and pressed a softer kiss to her shoulder.
“Told you I was in charge,” Quinn murmured, a hint of satisfaction threading through her voice.
Avery let out a lazy laugh and turned her head slightly to look at her. “Give me five minutes to remember where I am and regain control of my body,” she said, her voice still rough. “Then you’re mine.”
Quinn smiled faintly and brushed her thumb along Avery’s hip. “I’ll hold you to that,” she replied.
She pulled Avery closer, their legs tangling naturally as the room settled into quiet.
Outside, the faint hum of the city filtered through the windows, but inside there was only the sound of their breathing gradually evening out.
Avery’s muscles softened first, her weight settling fully back against Quinn, and the urgency between them shifted into something slower and steadier.
They lay there together, unhurried, neither of them speaking again, but neither of them pulling away.
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