in a bed. Man, he was in trouble. He kissed her like a man drowning, he knew, but he tried to keep his hand over her shirt, along the straight of her spine, but before he knew it, he was sliding that hand up her soft, sweet leg, and she was sighing, and stretching, and rolling to her back. Oh boy. Instead of cupping her perfect bottom as he anticipated, he found her perfect center instead, and her needy whimpers at his touch were like music that fed his heart. Quinn, slick and sleek and more than ready, was open and dew-kissed as a morning glory at dawn. About two minutes in, she came like a firecracker. “I think you broke the land speed record,” he said, raising her up again. “When was the last time you—” “You mean with a man?” He was bringing her off again and having a hard time concentrating. Besides, he was throbbing so hard, his zipper was taking shark bites out of his cock.
