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Quinn ran his hands down the length of my spine. My flesh tingled at his touch. Dropping to his knees, Quinn placed his hands on my thighs and began to cover the scars on the small of my back with soft , feather-like kisses.

Nine
     
    I stood perfectly still as Quinn’s lips passed over the small of my back, sending shivers up my spine. The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end. My nipples began to harden and strain against the black lace of my bra. I wanted to reach round, unfasten the little hooks, and set my breasts free. But I couldn’t; it would be encouraging Quinn, and that would be wrong. I belonged to another man now. So why was I still here, alone with Quinn in the cabin?
    As Quinn’s lips pressed softly against my back, I felt the tip of his tongue move slowly down to the waistline of my denims. His hands moved over my hips, peeling back the waistband, so his tongue could flicker over the groove just above my arse. His breath felt warm as he breathed over the wet trail his tongue had left behind. My skin tightened and so did my stomach.
    “We should stop now,” I whispered. “This isn’t right.”
    “What we shared was never right,” he breathed. “And that’s what we both secretly enjoyed if we are honest with ourselves.”
    “But I’m married now,” I said, eyes closed, hoping that he would stop and take the decision to continue away from me. “I belong to someone else.”
    “Perhaps you now understand the conflict I feel,” he whispered, his fingers creeping around my waist and reaching for my belt buckle. “I had made a promise – I had given a solemn oath to another – but my need for you was stronger, just like your need now.”
    “I don’t need anything,” I shuddered as he un-looped my belt and unzipped the front of my jeans.
    “We both feel the same for each other, Mia,” he said, slowly drawing my jeans down over my thighs. “Don’t you want to experience again what we once felt, even if it’s just for one more night?”
    However much I tried to tell myself otherwise, I knew I wanted to share everything I could with Quinn tonight. If by fate, chance, or magic we had been brought back together for one last night, then I wanted to feel everything with him. Unlike how I felt with Nathan, Quinn made me feel scared for what I wanted to experience with him. I knew Quinn was right about me – it was that sense of fear that turned me on. It was the knowing that I wanted to fuck a man who I couldn’t have which drove me half mad with desire. It was the thought that if I were caught, I’d be punished that had made me want him. I wanted him tonight for the same reasons I’d felt all those years ago. What made my stomach knot with excitement was the thought of being caught, but not by the nuns this time, but by my husband. What if he hadn’t followed Quinn’s directions down the mountain? What if he were making his way through the fog to the cabin right at this very minute? W hat if he found the cabin? What if Nathan stumbled into the cabin to discover Quinn knelt behind me as I stood semi naked before him? I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of being caught. Did that make me evil, just like those nuns had claimed?
    It was with that sense of fear and dread making my heart race like a drum that I stepped out of my jeans, turned and stood before Quinn in just my black lace panties and bra. I looked into his eyes and he stared back into mine.
    “Fuck me,” I whispered, my body aching so much it bordered on pain.
    Without another word, Quinn swooped me up in his arms and carried me into the master honeymoon suite. He laid me down on the bed, leaning over me, our faces just inches apart. I glanced over his shoulder, beyond the open door and out through the window, where Nathan wandered, lost in the fog. I looked away and back at Quinn, that aching for him now almost blinding.
    “Set me free,” I whispered.
    Needing no further encouragement, Quinn placed his lips over