Seduction and Surrender (The Billionaire's Temptation Series) (7 page)

“Fine. Sex. You want to fuck me.” Her face flushed, though whether it was with anger, excitement, or desire, she wasn’t quite sure. Maybe it was all three.

His gaze took her in, his lips curling into a half-smile that reminded her of a wolf that had its prey cornered. “Would you like that? And please, sweetheart, let’s not start telling each other lies. I like this relationship too much for untruths.”

“Relationship?” She scoffed and shook her head. “Usually those don’t involve blackmail.”

Though his gaze was stern, humor tugged at his lips with an easy smile. “Answer me, Emma. Would you like me to fuck you? And remember that you’ve promised me honesty.”

With her pulse racing and her breathing shallow, she couldn’t believe he’d maneuvered her into such a position. Damn him.

She took a deep breath and somehow found the strength to look him in the eyes as she answered, though she’d be damned if she could keep her voice from sounding shallow and breathy. “Even if I did, I don’t just act on every whim. It’s far more complicated than that.”

Emma stopped talking when Lois put a slice of the most delicious-looking strawberry cheesecake on the table between them with a smile. “Two forks for the lovebirds. Enjoy.”

Quinn looked up at Lois with a smile, not looking the least bit annoyed about her lovebirds comment. “Thanks, Lois.” Once she was gone, he shifted his gaze back to Emma. “It doesn’t have to be complicated, Emma. I like you, and I think you like me at least a little. Even then, you don’t need to like me in order to enjoy sex. You just need to want me—and you do want me. I’d put money on it. So, tell me, darling…tell me that you want me to fuck you…that you want me to make you come so hard that your legs give out and you can’t do anything but scream my name.”

She let out an annoyed huff, not quite believing they were having this conversation. “Why do you insist on going there? Just eat your damn cheesecake.”

“The cheesecake’s fantastic, but that’s not really what I’m interested in eating, love.” He gave her a crooked grin as his eyebrows flicked up and he fed himself a forkful of cheesecake, his tongue peeking out to lick at his lips.

She wanted to groan. Wanted to slip her hands between her legs and find some relief. And she wanted to reach 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 was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a very long time, all attitude and sass, and clearly not aware of just how gorgeous she was. “As for walking in these things, you can thank my friend Ivy for that. She insisted I practice and wouldn’t let up until I could manage it without killing myself.”

“Then I’ll have to send her my thanks, since I prefer you in one piece.” They stepped out into the cool night air and the salty scent of the ocean. Though it was October, the weather had been unusually mild, even if the evenings had started to cool down. “Don’t suppose I could interest you in a walk on the beach? I’m not ready for this night to come to an end just yet.”

“I’m here on your dime, Quinn.” The bitterness in her voice caught him off guard—and she must have realized exactly how it sounded because she turned towards him and grabbed his hand. “Wait…I’m sorry. That was unfair and mean of me to say.”

“It’s not far from the truth though, is it?” And why the hell did it bother him? It’s not as though he hadn’t been the one to set it all up—and the women he normally dated were far worse and far more blatant about what they wanted from him, even as they lied about it.

“Actually it is.” She let out a sigh as she shook her head, as if she were tired of fighting with him. “It’s just that I’ve never been the sort to ask anyone for help. If something needs to get done, I do it. So the fact that something as important as the fate of my restaurant is completely out of my control makes me crazy. And yes…I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the Old Port going, since there’s too much at stake. But being blackmailed into being your date or sleeping with you puts my back up and makes me feel exactly like the women who date you just because they want something.”

“And that’s all because I’ve forced your hand.” When she nodded and looked away, on the verge of tears, he felt a pang of remorse that he’d made a critical mistake with her. He knew she was different—hell, it’d been the reason he liked her so much—and yet he’d expected her to react in exactly the same way as all the other women he’d been trying to avoid. “Come here, Emma.”

She shook her head and turned away from him, though he refused to let her go, especially when she was clearly upset. With an insistent touch, he took her hand and pulled her to him, relieved when she didn’t fight him. He held her tightly to him as she leaned her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, letting out a deep breath, some of the tension in her body easing. “I know you think I’m a bastard and it’s probably not far from the truth, but I’m sorry if I’ve put you in an uncomfortable situation. That was never my intention.”

She pulled away just enough to look up at him and then went up onto her toes to kiss his cheek. “I appreciate you saying so.”

“Come on. Let’s go for that walk on the beach. I’m not ready to take you home yet.” He brushed the hair from her face as a breeze tugged at her locks, though it was no more than an excuse to touch her skin and continue holding her close. With her lush curves still pressed against him, his body couldn’t help but react to having her so close, and that meant he was left struggling to put a coherent thought together that didn’t involve her naked with his cock buried deep inside her.

“As long as I get to kick off these heels—and as long as you promise to behave yourself.” He was already leading her towards the beach, the path visible just beyond the parking lot.

“Emma, I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” And there was no way he’d be able to keep his hands off her for long. “I refuse to lie to you, and I’ll admit, I’m still hoping the night will end with you screaming my name as you come apart in my arms.”

She gave him a teasing glare, her full lips pursed as if in thought. “I’m starting to think you say that sort of thing just to get me all riled up.”

“Think what you want, kitten. But we both know that if we were to throw away all pretenses, you’d find that you not only like me, but you want me. Just as bad as I want you. Admit it.” He knew he was being arrogant, but he didn’t care when he knew it to be the truth.

“There’s no point in continuing to tell you that you’re a bastard. Who even talks like that?” She shook her head as he laughed, though when she tried to pull free of him with a halfhearted attempt, he refused to let her go.

As soon as they got off the wooden boardwalk and onto the sand, Emma stepped out of her heels while holding onto him for balance, reminding him of their elevator escapade. She tossed her shoes onto the boardwalk but now that Quinn had her in his arms, there was no way he was letting go of her so easily. Not when he’d so desperately wanted her all these months.

With her curves pressed to his body, he lost what little control he’d been managing to hold onto. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth as he palmed her ass and pulled her to him, his hard-on throbbing with a dull ache against his jeans, insisting on a bit of release.

“Sweetheart, I want you, and I’m not going to rest until I have you.”

“You said this wasn’t part of the deal, Quinn.” And yet she wasn’t pushing him away, but rather leaning into him.

“It’s not.” He trailed kisses down her throat and to her ear, until she was all but moaning in his arms.

“
Damn you, Quinn
.” Emma fisted her hands in his shirt and kissed him, her tongue finding his with a needy whimper, her hips shifting and pressing against his cock. And when she spoke, it was with her lips still pressed against his, as if she couldn’t quite pull herself away. “I don’t want to like you. Especially not like this.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he trailed kisses down her neck, sucking, nipping, loving how her body responded to him, her little moans of need and pleasure. “Why fight it when I can give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before? Don’t you want my cock filling you, stretching you tight, making you come so many times you won’t be able to keep count?” As if her silence was permission enough, Quinn cupped her breasts, his thumbs making devastating passes against her nipples.

Emma made a strangled sound, kissing him hard as she gave in to her body’s demands, and gripped his cock through his jeans, stroking it as it pulsed in her hand. Quinn swore he’d come right then if she kept it up, like some teenager touched for the first time, and he couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone more than he wanted her.

Yet this wasn’t about him. It was all about her. About her needs. Her pleasure. It had to be. And he’d be damned if he knew when that epic shift had happened. He always made sure he took good care of his dates, but it’d still been all about him and his satisfaction. With Emma? It felt different. Completely. Which was definitely uncharted territory for him.

He spun her around in his arms, so her back pressed against his chest as his hands slipped up to her breasts, cupping the weight of them before pinching her nipples. Her back arched to press her breasts more fully into his palms, even as she let out a needy sound of protest. “Hush, sweetheart…I promise to take good care of you.”

“You don’t know how long it’s been.” Emma shifted in his arms, rubbing her plump ass against his hard cock, and making it difficult for him to resist taking her right there with her on her hands and knees, fucking her as she pushed back to meet his thrusts.

He caught the edge of her dress and slipped it up her thighs, nice and slow, the silky fabric shifting to expose her pearly skin as it caught what little light had made its way to the beach. Unerringly, his hand found the lace front of her panties, cupping her, applying just enough pressure over the thin fabric to elicit another moan from her. With his lips at her ear, he let his words dance over her skin.

“Tell me, Emma… Tell me that you want me to touch you. That you want me to fuck you with my fingers until you quiver and come.” Her head dropped back onto his shoulder as he nipped at the delicate skin of her neck, where her pulse raced just below the surface. “Say it.”

He could feel her struggle with it, and yet in the end, she still spoke the words he wanted to hear. “I want you to make me come, Quinn. Please…”