LOGINTalia's shirt had buttons, and Quentin undid them one by one with his lips.Only when Talia was fully exposed to him did Quentin let himself go, pressing kisses across every inch of her skin. Wherever his mouth touched, her body responded like parched earth finally meeting rain.He laid her gently down across the backseat and took her again.Afterward, Quentin was far from satisfied. He pulled her close, his lips still on hers, stoking her desire all over again until she couldn't resist him. He sat back against the seat with Talia on his lap, and he had her once more.By the time they were done, Talia was completely spent. She collapsed against his chest as if she had just survived a battle, drenched in sweat and boneless.Quentin held her gently. Seeing how exhausted she was, he didn't have the heart to push her any further. He draped her clothes over her like a blanket, kissed her forehead, and murmured, "Get some sleep. We'll head back once you wake up."Talia didn't have the
By the time Talia stepped out of the fitting room, Quentin had already paid for everything. The attendant was packing up the gowns and going over some care instructions, but Quentin barely waited for her to finish before turning to Talia.He said, "Let's go home."His eyes crinkled with a slow, knowing smile, warm and inviting. The look he was giving her said everything without a single word.Talia understood. She nodded. "Okay."She walked over to him and reached for his hand. The moment Quentin felt her fingers, he didn't hesitate. He closed his hand around hers and held on tight.They left the boutique and headed straight for the elevator. Inside, Talia watched the numbers tick downward and thought the ride had never felt so long.Quentin felt the same way, but neither of them said a single word. The silence between them was deliberate, charged with a mutual understanding that didn't need explaining.The elevator finally reached the basement level. Quentin walked out fast, hi
Talia's response only made Quentin want her more. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to hold her close enough that the distance between them ceased to exist.Quentin had one hand pressed flat against her back while the other stayed on her front, and his broad frame enveloped her completely, making her feel impossibly small against him.Under the intensity of his kiss, Talia went limp in his arms. She let him take the lead, her eyes falling shut as she gave in to it.Everything he gave her felt good—intoxicating, even. It was nothing like Christian's carelessness and indifference. The way Quentin made her feel was entirely different, and she found herself slowly losing herself in it.Her hand, restless and bold, slid down his body.Quentin's entire frame went soft, like the ground had dropped out from under him.He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her closer against him and pressed her back against the fitting room wall, lifting her into his arms as desire overwhelmed
Talia's voice sounded almost like a plea for help, and Quentin answered before the attendant even had a chance to react. "I'm right here, babe. What's wrong?"Talia's face burned even hotter. "The zipper's in the back, and I can't reach it. Could you ask the attendant to come help me?"One of the attendants opened her mouth to say that she was on her way, but Quentin was already ahead of her. He slipped through a narrow gap in the curtain and stepped inside before anyone could say another word.The attendant stood outside, slightly flustered, but took a few steps back to give them space. After all, she knew that Quentin was Talia's husband. A husband helping his wife with a zipper was hardly unusual.Talia had her back to the curtain and didn't realize that it was Quentin who had come in. She lowered the arms she had been straining behind her and said softly, "Thank you."She had thought that it was the attendant.Quentin stepped closer. His warm fingers brushed against her skin
Nancy turned away and left the boutique without looking back.But throughout the entire walk through the mall, she couldn't stop thinking about Julian. Christian didn't love her, and neither did Quentin.Julian and Connor, on the other hand, had always treated her well. Yet, the only kind of man Nancy wanted to marry was someone like Christian or Quentin.She was still lost in her own thoughts when she stepped outside and nearly walked right into Julian.He spotted her at the same moment. Unlike every other time they had run into each other, he wasn't alone. A beautiful young actress was at his side.Nancy recognized her from a wildly popular period drama that had turned the woman into a household name almost overnight. And now, here she was, on Julian's arm.Compared to this woman, Nancy didn't hold many advantages. She had a better education, sure, but the actress had a better figure, far more money, and a kind of effortless, girl-next-door charm that Nancy simply couldn't matc
Quentin walked off toward the formal wear section without sparing Nancy's crestfallen expression a second glance.He started at the first rack and methodically worked his way through, pulling gowns out one at a time to check the style and size. He was thorough about it, mentally weighing whether each color would suit Talia or whether the cut would be comfortable on her.After five or six dresses, he shook his head and put every one of them back.Nancy's gaze followed him the entire time. The way he handled everything himself, so careful and deliberate, made it painfully clear just how attentive he was when it came to Talia. No one else could come close.Why would a man like him fall for someone like Talia? What was it about her that had Quentin so completely wrapped around her finger?It wasn't just confusion Nancy felt, but genuine bewilderment. What did Talia have that earned her that kind of devotion? Perhaps she had something on him, some kind of leverage.Thinking about it t
Christian held Yvonne. He lowered his head and nuzzled the top of her head, asking softly, "But didn't you always want Mommy with you when you were sick before?"Hearing this, Yvonne began sobbing quietly. The fever had left her too weak to make a fuss or struggle. She could only resist Christian's
It was exactly 8:28 am when Talia dropped Maeve off at kindergarten.It wasn't too late, but Maeve was so anxious that she immediately started running as soon as she entered the school grounds, worried about being late.Watching Maeve run, Talia couldn't help but smile gently. A few other girls we
As soon as Talia returned to her seat, Garrett's displeased gaze swept over her. He shot her a cold look and said, "Go stay with Maeve. If no one calls for you, don't come down."After he finished speaking, Talia shot Quentin another worried glance.Quentin met her eyes. He was in a panic, yet he
The moment Talia heard Christian's voice, she instinctively put her phone away. Her furtive manner made it obvious she was hiding something from him. Christian didn't say anything about it, though.Talia unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She didn't wait for Christian and started walkin







