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Quinn pov


I was right. She never shows up at our fuck nest. I wait a few minutes before I exit the hotel. I know she has been exonerated, a friend at the station informed me that.

I text Courtney again. She never responds.

An email notification pops up, it is from Ryan. It informs about his mother's wake. I still can't believe that she's gone. She was the warmest soul I have ever met. As a child, I preferred to spend most of my time at home. It was peaceful, full of love and happiness. I could not understand why it was the opposite of our family.

I haven't had the time to properly console Ryan. He is broken, Lee and Jermaine have repeatedly mentioned how broken he is. His father is worst he hasn't left the house. He loved her too much.

I contemplate going to my empty penthouse or texting Cara again. I choose none and decide to go to her place.

The drive is longer than expected. She lives on those unsafe blocks. She still hasn't moved to the new house I bought for her. I can't help but feel conscious about my car. It signifies wealth and such streets are full of crimes.

I know her building, she doesn't know this but I have had her followed since she started to work at Cooper Towers. She is unaware of how dangerous these people are, the length people go for power and money. I find myself outside her apartment door. It is locked, I shake the doorknob a bit and it opens. I shake my head in disbelief, very risky.

It is a small cramped up apartment, smaller than I imagined. A foul smell remains in the air, I reach for the window and open it. Just then I see a fancy sleek car stop few block away. It is too conspicuous and out of place. I shrug my shoulders and turn away, maybe they live here. Then again I remember my conversation earlier with my father. I move back to the window. The car is now directly below Cara's building. I can't see the person but I can see him holding binoculars looking up at me. When he discovers I have seen him, it speeds away. I have to find a way to get her out of here.

I move around her house shamelessly invading her privacy. I find air freshener and spray around her house. I can't find anything, she sure does know how to hide her secrets. Tired of the futile search I relax on her couch and log into Twitter.

I don't hear her walk in, strange movement alerts me

"Who is there? I am calling the police." I hear her calm voice.

"Who are you?" She asks.

I stand.

"Do you know how unsafe you are here?" I turn to find her holding a shoe. I hold my laugh.

"How did you get into my apartment?" She snaps.

"The door was unlocked," I state.

"I locked it."

"I beg to differ." I insist and I can see her getting frustrated.

"What are you doing here?" She asks after a while.

"I texted you."

"I am not interested, now leave." She walks past me to her bedroom.

"I need you," I say.

"You don't. You are just horny."

"Horny for you," I admit.

What am I doing, I didn't come here for that and I am still married. I wanted to talk to someone.

She turns to face me and all the zeal I had to open up to talk with her evaporates. I can't be vulnerable to her, I am not that comfortable to be that open around her. It is easier with Courtney, we have been friends. How can I open up to her yet she is not with me? I discard my initial reason for being here.

"What do you want from me? Just when I think I got rid of you, you show up at La cooper Towers now you want us to go back to our terminated booty call agreement?" She asks

"I never said I wanted you as my booty call." I hate that term, it reminds me of how selfish she can get.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I need you." I am honest.

"That isn't enough for me."

"You want more?" I get confused at what she means.

"No, I just want you to stop being everywhere in my life, it screws up my functionality as a person."

I smile and start to walk towards her.

"And why is that?" I tease.

"Because you are you, big pain in the ass."

"Or a big itch you want to scratch." I joke.

"No thank you." She starts to walk again, I follow. My eyes stay fixed on her ass, it is damn juicy and I feel myself harden. I would kill to put her on a doggy style, watch that ass as I fuck the shit out of her.

She changes her walking style.

Oh, she is turned on as I am.

"Are you okay?" I ask sarcastically.

"Leave Quinn." Her voice is weak and hoarse.

I am not leaving, it has been months of nothing but the dry spell. I can't get turned on while I am with my wife, it is embarrassing. Yet here I am with all my blood rushing to my cock until it hurts. She has bewitched me.

"Do you have a UTI, you are walking funny?" I poke fun at her.

"Go away." Her voice gets heavier, she can't breathe well.

My hands grab her the moment she drops her bag on her bed. I spin her fast not giving her room for resistance my lips reach for hers. I feel her freeze. I try to coerce my way through her sealed lips. I need to feel her, touch her so badly. Her damn fitting coat makes it so hard for me to feel her skin and caress her ample breasts. I finally get past the the fucking silk thing. Relief washed me as I feel her hard nipple, I almost cum. She whimpers. I mould her swollen breast to fit into my hand. A moan escapes her lips and takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She finally surrenders and kisses me back, pulling me closer to her.

I feel like a dog on heat, I fumble with her damn coat, frustrated to the core I reap it apart. Her full breast come to full view. Damn! And Fuck Damn! God must be a woman. I greedily reach for them.

"Take me, please." She pleads to part her legs a bit. It is music to my ears.

I step back to drink all of her, she is beautiful. A doll and she is mine.

She gets impatient and pulls me back to her, trying to unbuckle my belt. I am quick to push her hands away. She knows I hate that yet she keeps on repeating it.

"Like you said we are not back on the booty call agreement, for once I should be in control." She pushes to her my small bed, climbing on top of me.

Is today piss Quinn day?

I abruptly flip her over, trapping her beneath me.

"Never!" I breathe. "Control is my frame and a man is his frame." I can never let a woman take control of my pleasure. I lean and kiss her softly. I get lost in it and kiss him back with equal intensity. I finally win by getting rid of her upper clothes.

Something flickers on her eyes and averts her gaze. I have never known her to be shy, something must be wrong.

"Rosso?" I use our safe word.

Instead, she pulled me down to her and places a small kiss on my lips. Her small hand grab my dick over my dress pants.

"I need you." She utters in despair.

That is all I need to hear. No words are said, our tongue does the speaking as our hand's fight to free each other from our clothes. I finger her, preparing her for what is to come. She is damn tight like she has never been fucked before. My eye watches her as she arches her back in pure ecstasy. I feel her muscles contract as she cums. I can't wait, I flip her to her stomach, helping her to a comfortable position. I have fantasized many times taking her from behind. I thrust inside her, the feeling is so raw and heavenly. She holds my cock so tightly. She moves uncomfortably, I adjust myself and smooth her back to a perfect arch. Fuck! This is a sight to behold. I pinch her butt cheeks and feel her get wetter. I thrust deeper, I keep going. It gets better with each movement. She starts to moan, I can tell she is about to climax. In my head, I am saying all these dirty things to her. She moans my name as she cums. I am almost too. I keep going, she gets aroused again. I have always loved her libido. I finally cum and stay inside her.

"Fuck!" She pushes me away.

"We didn't use any protection," she is terrified.

"So?" I relax and ask

"I could get pregnant,"

"So?" I ask before it hits me what having another child means. Am I ready for that? Do I want her?

"I'll check if there is a pharmacy nearby and get you some emergency pills," I say.

"You do that, "

"In the meantime lock your door, some creep has been watching your building," I warn.

I find the creepy car still outside. I start to walk towards it. The owner sees me and brings the car to life, I don't get to see the driver as it drives past me. I am lucky to find a nearby pharmacy. I buy the pills and return.

I find her just out of the shower.

"Here." I hand them over.

"Are you willing to work overtime during the weekend?" I ask.

"Maybe next weekend." She swallows the pills. "This weekend I will be travelling with Andre."

"Why do you trust that dude?"

"Because he has earned it."

I huff. "You shouldn't."

"Can you be trusted?"

I remember I have my agenda at Cooper Tower.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't doubt your judgement. However, I will accompany you"

She tries to stop me from taking me out. I stay adamant until she gives in. My standstill remains, Andre Wayne cannot be trusted and God knows what he might do to her during that trip.