I stay silent, forgoing a comment on how none of these organizations are exactly shining beacons of morality. The quiet lingers for a while, and Ben shifts in his seat. But I remain still, my eyes on the one man who might be able to make Quinn’s life a little safer while I handle business.
Clevenger stares at me a little while longer, then shrugs. “Fine. A favor. One that will be repaid in future with interest, but we will table the discussion about you joining up … For now.” He rises and pours three drinks. “So what exactly do you need from me?”
19
Quinn
“Logan,” I moan, rolling over in bed when I feel a mouth pressing kisses to my shoulder. “You’re back.”
“I’ll always come back for you.”
“Turn on the lights. I want to see you.”
Logan shifts over, flipping on the lamp, flooding the bedroom with light. He doesn’t have a scratch on him. I fight back tears. I’ve been so worried about him. I was so afraid, but I tried not to allow myself to think about him not coming back to me.
“Don’t cry.” He leans in and places gentle kisses all over my face. This sweet husband of mine kills people for a living. It’s hard to believe with how he treats me. Maybe it’s terrible, but a dark part of me loves that I’m the only person he treats gently.
“They’re happy tears.”
“Still don’t care for them.” He takes my mouth in a soft kiss. “How are you feeling?”
“Me? You’re the one out fighting assassins. How did that go? Is everything okay? Can we go home?”
“Not yet.”
I push on his chest. He lets me. He rolls over onto his back so that I can climb on top of him. He catches me by the jaw, stopping me before I can kiss him again.
“I asked you a question.” His hold on me is firm. Heat immediately pools between my thighs at the tone of his voice.
“I feel good, but I want to feel even better.” His thumb strokes my jaw as he stares into my eyes. I’m not sure what he’s thinking about, but I know I need to make my move before he can overthink any of this.
I slowly begin to rub my sex against his erection, all the while keeping my eyes locked with his. His thumb that was stroking my jaw moves to my lips and pauses. He narrows his eyes on me.
“Who is in charge, sugar?”
I lick my lips, my tongue brushing against the pad of his thumb. “You are.”
“And you think you can rub your pussy against me without permission?” His other hand grips my hip, halting my movements. “You think you’re going to work your pussy up and not me? Your husband.”
“I’m sorry,” I lie. “I need you.”
A rumble comes from deep inside of his chest. “All my life I’ve always been so in control. Somehow you destroy all that.”
“I’m sorry,” I lie again and bite the inside of my cheek to try to keep from smiling.
“Lie to me again, and I’ll spank your ass. Pregnant or not.”
“You wouldn—” My words are cut off when he lifts me from on top of him. The next thing I know, I’m bent over the side of the bed. His shirt that I’d been wearing is pushed all the way up, my bare ass on full display.
“I would, and I will do anything I want to my wife.” His hand comes down on my ass.
I let out a gasp. There is no pain, only pleasure. I try to push back, but he has his other hand pressed into my back, keeping me pinned to the bed. All I can do is press my thighs together to try to relieve the throbbing from my clit. That’s the only thing aching right now. “Now tell me.” He rubs the spot he just smacked. “Did you ever think about running from me?”
I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him. “I would never run from you, Logan. Ever.”
Maybe I shouldn't let him know that, but it’s the truth. I wish I could say I was strong enough to leave if he lied to me again, but I’m not. My love for him runs deep, and I have this need to always be with him because I know he will never do anything to hurt me. Not my Logan. This man does everything in his power to protect me and keep me safe. How could I ever run from that? I couldn’t.
“You wouldn’t get very far even if you tried. You’re mine. It’s best you never forget it.”
I wait for the smack to come, but it never does. I try to wiggle my ass, but he holds me still. I let out a moan of frustration, the throb between my thighs almost at the point of being unbearable.