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focused on that silly swath of red hair because if his eyes devoured her firm naked breasts one more time, he was a goner.
    Hell, this was why he’d resigned from a job he loved and was leaving a life he totally enjoyed. Getting into a physical relationship with her was wrong on so many levels. She was seven years younger than he was and his best friend’s baby sister. And he was emotionally damaged by Renata’s betrayal of his team, his heart and his manhood. He had nothing good to offer Cassie. Nothing but raw physicality.
    “If we have sex, there will be no emotion to it. Just two adults seeking release. Hell, if all you need is a good climax or two, I’m game. Just don’t expect me to cuddle you afterwards or wax poetically about how grand it was. Because that’s not how I operate.”
    His little Pollyanna ran on emotion. Maybe his crude remarks would be enough to cool her mood.
    She stalked toward him, her tongue moistening the evil grin stretching across her full lips. “Oh, but we
are
doing this. You said so just a minute ago when you dragged me up the steps. And you always do what you say.” She lifted a shoulder. “Besides, I could go for a good release right about now.” She fisted his t-shirt and ripped it from neckband to hem. Leaning in, she rubbed her breasts across his chest, her erect nipples tearing apart any self-control he frantically held onto.
    Sweat beaded on his forehead. Dear God, he would die.
    Her tongue circled his areola and his cock hardened more—if that were possible. She bit his nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking it. Her fingertips fondled the ring in his other nipple and tugged the piercing, sending the combined shocks of pain and pleasure he so enjoyed to his nerve endings. His hands fisted in her hair. Another tug on his nipple ring and he groaned.
Sweet mother of God.
He’d gone to nirvana with the girl of his dreams.
    While her frantic kisses covered his body, her busy hands traveled to his jeans to pull the button through the denim and unzip his fly. His cock sprung free, and she dropped to her knees.
    “Oh, hot lips, I love a man who goes commando.”
    Jealous rage rudely snatched him from his state of bliss, and he jerked her head back. “How many damn men have you seen who go commando?” His voice was harsh, his breathing ragged. “How many, Cassie?”
    The tip of her pink tongue touched the head of his pecker and swirled around it once. Her emerald gaze remained locked on his and the corners of her mouth lifted. “Guess.” Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him from balls to crown while her tongue circled the head.
    His aroused nerve endings warred with his male ego. She was his angel.
His, dammit.
How many men had there been before him? Did it matter? He’d certainly had more than his fair share of women. Okay, so he wouldn’t be her first, but he damn sure would be the one she remembered. The one she measured all others against from this point forward.
    But, dear God, she sure as hell knew how to give fantastic head. Shivers skied down his spine and his balls ached for release. All the while she tortured him with licking and sucking designed to send any man to the edge of sexual madness.
    “Enough.” Quinn bent and scooped her into his arms. “Let’s move this to the bed.” He kicked the bedroom door shut behind them. The last thing he needed was Furball watching and pouncing.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his earlobe. “How many?”
    “How many what?” He laid her on his rumpled sheets and toed off his sneakers before removing his tattered shirt.
    “How many positions are we going to do? Four? Six?” She burrowed into his pillow and bedclothes, her face flushed with excitement and her eyes shadowed with something. Was it fear? Surely not.
    He shucked his jeans, opened the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a fistful of condoms, shaking them at her. “Guess.”
    Her eyes widened for a beat. “What do you do?