Semua Bab My Billionaire's Secret: A Forbidden, Age Gap Romance: Bab 1 - Bab 10

QuinnExactly one hour later, a soft knock caused my eyelids to pop open. I'd given up pacing my anxiety away and lay down on the bed, my hands clasped over my chest, trying to remember the meditation breathing exercises I'd learned over the years. It wasn't working."Ready, Miss?" Sims smooth voice flowed through the heavy double doors.Smoothing down the white cotton of the maxi dress I'd chosen for the interview, I took a final cleansing breath, pasted a smile on my face, and greeted Sims.The implacable house manager led me to yet another wing of the house; this one all rich dark wood and soft lighting. Oil paintings of haunting moors and dramatic storms lined the hunter green hallway. Interesting. The rumors were that McIntyre was probably from southern California, but his choice in art was strange for a Cali boy.My musings were interrupted when Sims stopped in front of a dark oak door. The latch clicked loudly as the man turned the large, old-fashioned brass doorknob and motion

QuinnThe wind howled furiously outside, lashing the windows with stinging sheets of rain. I shivered despite the warmth of the room, feeling unsettled in a way that went bone-deep.My interview with Lachlan had taken an intense, unsettling turn. One minute he was all business, deflecting my probing questions with that infuriatingly vague charm. The next, the atmosphere seemed to thicken and churn with an electric, undeniable tension.The way he'd looked at me, boxed me in with that powerful body...I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the visceral memory. That searing gaze had stripped me bare, igniting a rush of heated awareness unlike anything I'd ever experienced.Get a grip, Quinn. He's just a man - an influential, wealthy one, sure, but still just a man. One who clearly knows how to use his natural magnetism to his advantage.Wrapping my arms around myself, I moved toward the windows, watching the storm's fury escalate. Lachlan's words echoed in my mind."This storm doesn't

LachlanSitting at the end of the long, teak dining table, I drummed my fingers on the table. I couldn't remember waiting so impatiently for anyone, especially a woman. But all afternoon, I'd been anxiously awaiting this dinner like I was some unexperienced teenager. At long last, the sound of soft footfalls on the marble floors signaled her arrival. I couldn't suppress a predatory smile as I inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume, a subtle blend that beckoned me to her like a siren's song.She entered the dining room with slow steps, her eyes adjusting to the candle light. The gown she wore was a simple, elegant affair - a deep navy number that hugged her curves and fell in a graceful cascade to her knees. A thin strap of crystals slung over one shoulder the only thing holding the top of the dress in place. My lips curled at the sight of the rapid pulse point at her throat as I stood to greet her."Mr. McIntyre," she said, her voice a soft murmur in the hushed space."Lachlan," I co

QuinnA shiver ran through me at his words. I knew exactly what he was implying, and despite my better judgment, I didn't resist as he pulled me closer until our bodies were flush from shoulder to thigh. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and nervousness flooding through me. Surely, he could feel it through the thin silk and cotton of our clothing.What was I doing? This was my subject, my story. But as we swayed to the music, I found it increasingly difficult to remember why that mattered.The heat of his body against mine was almost overwhelming, and I could feel the muscles hidden by his dress shirt flexing and pressing into my breasts. The music seemed to swell around us, our movement melding us closer and closer together. His hand slid farther down my back and rested right above my ass, warm and possessive. All the dancing I'd done up until this point that I'd thought had been sexy and hot suddenly felt juvenile and like a show. I'd never been held and mastered i

LachlanQuinn's breath quickened, and she rested her hands on my shoulders for support as I slid one finger beneath the delicate fabric of her panties to run lightly along her nether lips. She was soaked through, and I smiled, my tongue pressing against the silky fabric to brush her clit. She gasped and her hands tightened on my shoulders, urging me on. Ever so slowly, I hooked my fingers around the thin straps at her hips before yanking forcefully. The thin fabric ripped and dropped to the ground between her heels.Working my mouth slowly up her body again, I slipped a finger inside her slick, wet heat. Her whimper had a shiver traveling down my spine, tightening my balls. "Íosa, Quinn! You are perfect.""Lachlan," she gasped, meeting my kiss with a desperate passion. My finger glided smoothly within her, and I added a second, feeling the wet, tight heat of her channel encompass me. I leaned in, our lips locked, as I began to establish a steady rhythm. Her hips matched my stroking, a