Chapter 17

When Quinn was sixteen, she'd watched a chick-flick about a couple who were in love with each other but were too scared to tell the other person. As a result, they're drifted apart yet the love they felt never died. The girl in the movie had gone on to marry someone else even though her heart was somewhere else. The man never got married. It had been a ridiculous movie because she didn't quite understand why they couldn't have just kissed and made up.

Why did life have to be complicated, she'd wondered? It hadn't occurred to her sixteen-year-old self that love was complicated. It turned one from the inside out and left you a sobering mess.

Michael had offered for them to talk in his room. She'd taken one look at his face, and she hadn't been able to say no. She'd avoided the faces of his family members, preferring to not see the pity she knew was evident in their eyes.

Now in his room, she sat at the edge of the bed while he leaned against the wall next to the window. She waited for him to speak, not sure what to say herself. She intertwined her fingers and rested them on her lap, raising her head to look at him.

After a few heartbeats, he cleared his throat. "I met Delia a year ago. She was my secretary."

Quinn raised her brows. He definitely had a history with secretaries, that was for sure.

"I fell in love with her almost immediately. She became my friend first before we started to date. She was sweet and beautiful and collected, one of the smartest women I knew."

His tone was one of nostalgia and she knew he was reliving the experience. She let him talk, fearing she would interrupt his train of thought.

"I fell for her, and I fell hard." He looked outside the window. "The day she told me she loved me was the happiest of my life. She'd smiled warmly and asked me if I loved her too and I'd said yes. Everyone knew we were together and in love. We were the couple of the year."

Quinn could imagine what it was like, being with Michael. If he'd loved this Delia chick as much as he said he did, then she was the luckiest girl in the world.

"I asked her to marry me three weeks after she moved in together with me. She'd said yes in an instant. But Delia had other plans. She wanted me for my money. No, scratch that." He chuckled humorlessly, turning back to face her. "She didn't want me at all. She wanted my money. I overheard her on the phone one night talking to a friend. Apparently she'd been trying to get me to marry her so she could divorce me after a few months and take it all."

The pain in his voice broke her heart. He'd sincerely loved her. She understood now why he didn't like talking about it. More so, she hated herself for making him relive the experience.

"I'm so sorry." She told him, meaning the words. Her heart ached for him.

"Don't be. I was too good for her."

She nodded in agreement. "Where is she now? Do you know?"

He shook his head. "Last I heard, she was working in a law firm as a secretary. Seems like she really loves that pattern of hers. I don't wish her bad. I wish her whatever she deserves."

He came to sit beside her. Quinn raised her head to look at him. "That's why you hated secretaries."

He nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I didn't want to go through that again."

"So you kept them away by making them quit."

Michael chuckled. "Genius, huh?" He teased.

She laughed lowly. "Until I came along."

"Until you came along." He repeated, staring deeply into her eyes.

"And that's why you wanted to spend on me."

"So I'd be prepared for any lies. I'm sorry." He meant it; she saw it in his eyes.

"What you heard at the pool—"

"I understand now." She cut him off.

"No, you don't." He held her chin in his hand, bringing their faces closer. "The day you walked into my office was the day everything changed for me. I couldn't understand how someone I had just met had such a hold over me, but I get it now. I started loving you then and all I did was fight it."

"Michael—" She whispered.

"Let me finish, please." He wetted his lips. "Delia broke something inside me with her betrayal. I thought I'd never love again until I met you. Quinn, Until I met you, I didn't know what love was. This love is nothing like what I felt for Delia. That was a troubled love. This feels more like coming alive after being dead for so long.

I don't want to lose this feeling. Even if you don't love me, I want you to know that I'd do anything to make you smile. Anything at all. I want to awaken in you what the love you have in me."

"You already did." She said as a tear ran down her face. "You already did."

He stared at her as if trying to understand what she was saying. She leaned forward to peck him on the lip.

"I love you, Michael. Since the first day you kissed me, I've loved you."

He was searching her eyes to be certain she wasn't fibbing. She let him, knowing he needed to see it for himself. And when he did, a smile broke out on his face.

"That's the best thing I've heard all day." He said, kissing her.

Their tears mixed together, the salty taste filling her taste buds. It was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him closer to her. She opened her mouth for him and his tongue slide in gracefully; tasting the corners of her mouth she didn't know existed. He held her face with one hand, pressing the other into her lower back.

Quinn tore her mouth away long enough to say the words, "Touch me, Michael. Please touch me."

The tension between them suddenly increased. She wanted him; her body cried out for his touch. He pulled the sleeves of her dress down her arms to expose her red lace bra.

He made a strangled sound at the back of his throat, staring at her bra clad breasts. When she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, a hand shot out to still the movement.

"Let me." He whispered and with one skillful flick of his wrist, her bra came loose. Her breasts fell out heavily and he cupped one, sighing.

"I could stare at these babies all day if you let me." He said in a murmur, before lowering his head and taking one dark peak into his mouth.

Quinn arched her back at the feel of his mouth on her nipple, her pussy clenching almost painfully. "Ahh," She moaned, pressing further into his mouth. Michael's hand squeezed her other breast, kneading the hard nipple. She almost came from the sensations vibrating through her.

He pulled away, getting to his feet. He pulled her up with him, letting the dress fall to the floor. She was only in her panties.

"It's not fair." She whined. "I'm almost fully naked while you're still fully clothed."

He laughed, opening his arms so he could take a bow. "Undress me, m'lady."

She laughed with him as she curtsied. "If you don't mind."

His shirt went first, then his belt. He stood to let her finish her masterpiece, only offering assistance when she tried removing his shoes. Not long after, he was in only his underwear.

"Fair, don't you think?" She said, proud of herself.

He smirked. "Not really."

He reached forward and jerked her to him, so she connected with his body with a squeal. Without waiting for her to recover, he bent down and ripped her panties.

The loud tearing sound made her gasp and before she knew what was happening, he had her front against a wall.

"Michael!" She squealed against the hard wall as he pressed her to it. With a hand, he pushed her legs apart, spreading them.

"Remember how I told you I was going to fuck you against a wall?" He whispered into her ear, licking her earlobe. "I'm keeping my promise."

Quinn moaned. He was so dirty, so tainted. The wicked things he was doing to her left her a simpering mess, so it wasn't a surprise that when his fingers found her heat, she was already soaking.

"You're so responsive, Quinn. Fuck." He murmured, slipping a finger into her.

Quinn's eyes instinctively shut as he began finger-fucking her. He placed light kisses across her neck as his fingers did wonders to her body, so light yet mind-blowing that she didn't realize he'd put his cock inside her until he pushed in.

She cried out as he instantly hit that spot that always made her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"Scream, baby. Don't hold it in." He groaned into her hair, fisting her brown curls.

She screamed as he rammed into her from behind, his hands digging painfully into her hair. But it was nothing compared to the sensations she was feeling.

His grunts added to the vibrations raving through her body. When he pulled out, she almost cried.

"Get on your knees." He commanded.

Quinn moved, turning around so she could kneel in front of him.

"Open your mouth."

She did and he pushed into her mouth, choking her.

"That's right," He moaned. "Take me in. Take all of me, baby."

Quinn pulled away for air. She enjoyed sucking him off though she'd only done it a couple of time. His moans turned her off and made her poor clit tingle, just like it was doing now.

She licked him from the base of his cock to the top, enjoying the way his throat hummed. Sucking the pink cap of his hard cock, she stroked him with her thumb and index finger. Picking up her movements, she hollowed her cheeks, taking him in deeper. He hit the back of her throat and she held him there until she couldn't take it anymore, pulling away with a cough.

He fisted her hair, controlling her movements. When his moans started becoming higher in pitch, he pulled her head away.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless." He said, picking her head. He placed her on her back in the middle of the king-size bed, kissing her on the lips.

He travelled down, kissing and licking and sucking her neck then her shoulder bone. When he got to her breasts, he sucked her nipple, gently biting down then soothing it with his tongue.

Quinn was sure she wasn't on earth. Michael was taking him sweet time to torture her. He licked her bellybutton and she jumped in surprise, sighing when he placed a kiss on her inner thighs.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy?" He asked her, holding her gaze.

"Yes, please." She moaned. "Make me cum."

He didn't need another invitation. Her pussy was already wet and throbbing and when he placed his mouth on her clit and sucked, Quinn couldn't help the scream that left her lips.

"Fuck," She gasped, her eyes widening in ecstasy.

He licked up and down her slit, spreading her pussy open with his fingers so he could suck on her clitoris.

His tongue flickered against her, and her hips buckled.

"This is a fucking pussy." He muttered, licking her again.

Quinn wasn't exactly sure what he'd done but his teeth had grazed her clit and the sensation sent her flying. She came hard against him mouth, shaking violently as he held her down from her waist.

Before she could recover, he rammed into her with a force that sent her flying again. She was coming again, this time with an intensity that brought tears to her eyes. She trembled under him as his thrusts increased pace. He was groaning above her.

Quinn felt love like she'd never felt before surged through her. They didn't need words; they were showing their love through the passion they shared. Michael made love to her like he'd never done and by the time he'd reached climax, she'd cum four times.

He'd spilled his hot seed inside her, calling her name as he came. Exhausted, he lay on top of her. He was heavy but she couldn't complain. She loved this man beyond words, and she would have him anyhow she could.

"That was amazing." He shoved his face into her neck, and she felt his hot breath on her skin.

"I know." She smiled, sighing deeply. Oh, she felt so free, so lightweight. The joy of handing oneself over to another was unmatched. He would take care of her; she was sure of it. Just like she would take care of him.

"I love you, Quinn." He murmured. "My Queen."

She smiled sheepishly, softly patting the back of his neck. "I love you, Michael. And I'm not calling you my king. It's weird."

He chuckled. "Fair enough."

She shut her eyes, enjoying the steady beat of his heart against her own. "I suppose now I'd have to resign as your secretary."

"Why?"

"Well, if I do one more painting, I'd have enough money to get a new place and sustain myself."

"Or you could just move in with me." He murmured, squeezing her breast softly.

She thought about it. Would it be too much? They'd only started to figure this love thing out. What if they ruined it before they even began?

"Careful." He said. "I can hear the gears in your head moving."

She smiled, catching herself. She was over thinking it. She did love him. Moving in with him wouldn't ruin that.

"Alright. Let's do it."

He paused, like he hadn't expected her to agree to it. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, love."

"I know but I want to."

He kissed her neck. "Okay. Tomorrow?"

"Whoa, easy there, tiger. Give me time to put some things in place first."

He chuckled. "Alright."

She suddenly recalled how loud she'd been screaming. "I'm sure your entire family heard me. Jesus. How will I ever face them?"

Michael laughed a deep laugh. "I'm pretty sure they don't care."

"How wouldn't they? I'm sure your mother would mind. I'm fucking her son. In her house!" She covered her face in her hands, feeling humiliated.

Michael lifted off her with a laugh. "Would you feel better if I told you I've heard worse in this house? My mother is not a saint."

"That's disgusting." She squeaked, punching him on the arm. "That's so fucking gross!"

He laughed again. It seemed like that was all he'd been doing. They stared at each other, basking in the warm cocoon of their love. A game they'd casually started had turned out to be their undoing.

Fate sure had a sick sense of humor.