across the table and slap him for doing this to her. Frankly, she’d had enough. “Fuck off, Quinn.”
He burst out laughing. “I love how feisty you are. Love that you want me so badly, and yet you hold your ground. So, keep fighting me, darling, because that’ll only make my victory all the sweeter when I finally have you. And I will have you, Emma. Every way imaginable. Would you like that, my sweet dirty girl?”
“The only one here with a dirty mind is you .” Desperately needing a way to distract herself lest he see that her mind had already gone to all the places he’d been describing, she took a bite of cheesecake and nearly had an orgasm then and there. “ Wow …that’s really good.” She wanted to hate everything about him, and yet he was making it infuriatingly hard for her.
“It’s different, isn’t it?” He took another forkful, and she followed suit, forgetting to be angry with him as she let the flavors play over her tongue.
“It doesn’t have the normal cream cheese flavor, nor is it grainy in texture like ricotta. If I had to guess, I’d say mascarpone.” And instead of a graham cracker crust, they’d used a butter cookie crust and then topped it all off with freshly macerated strawberries.
“Couldn’t tell you, love. I just like eating it—and I like watching you eat it too, with those plump red lips of yours. I bet they taste so good right about now.” He leaned forward with his arms propped on the table, and damn, but he looked ready to devour her.
Tired of him teasing her, she figured she could give as good as she got. Swiping her finger through the dollop of whipped cream, she slowly sucked it off her finger suggestively, holding his gaze and reveling in the fact that his eyes had darkened, and he’d bitten his bottom lip. “They’re even sweeter now—not that you’ll get to taste them.”
“Like hell I won’t.”
Chapter Six
Quinn didn’t hesitate to take advantage of Emma’s flirting. Reaching across the table, he cupped the back of her neck with a firm hand and kissed her, ignoring her protests and the fact that there were other customers watching. Her lips parted as his tongue found hers in a kiss that left him wanting to sprawl her across the table and finally have a real taste of her.
When he somehow managed to break their kiss, he could barely control his need for her, his breathing heavy as he spoke. “So fucking sweet, and so sexy. Just like I knew they’d be.”
He dug out his wallet and tossed far too much money on the table, as he always did, knowing Lois’s income was meager. However, the last thing he’d been expecting was for Emma to grab her wallet, as if expecting to pay for her dinner. “Don’t you dare, Emma. Dinner’s on me. Always. Put your money away.” And though he’d never in a million years let her pay, there was something in him that appreciated the gesture, especially when none of the other women he’d been with would have ever thought to offer.
She growled in frustration, but stuffed her wallet back in her bag. “I don’t want your money, Quinn.”
He pulled himself out of the booth, and gave her a hand getting to her feet. She slid out of her seat, showing him a long expanse of leg as the hem of her dress rode up her thighs. It was impossible to keep his erection from straining against his jeans, and in the position she was in with his crotch at her eye level, there was no hiding the effect she was having on him.
Her wide eyes drifted from his cock up to his face, before turning into a glare after being caught ogling his hard-on. “Quit looking at my legs. It’s bad enough I had to put on this dress and heels.”
“At least you’ve managed to remain upright. Your abilities seem…greatly improved. And sweetheart, I’ll most certainly look at your legs if you’re looking at my cock.”
“You’re just so funny.” She shot him a look over her shoulder as she moved towards the door, and he swore she
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