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Quinn grasped Katie's wrist and flipped
her around to face him. His amber eyes pierced
through her with a heated intensity as he watched
her reactions. “You come here week after
week and stand here looking down at us as we
work. Do you think we don’t notice the
longing on your face? The way your body squirms
as we wrap more and more rope around the girls
who ask us to? Why are you torturing yourself?
Or should I say…what are you waiting for?”
She closed her eyes to his questions, searching
for an adequate answer when she knew there was
none. How could she deny the truth? “I
admire your work. What’s wrong with that?”
His fingers gently grasped her chin and raised
her head back up, forcing her to look at him.
“We see you, Katie, we know what you need.
Why do you hide here?”
She bristled against his words, shame heating
her face. “I’m not hiding, Quinn,
I’m just observing. I’m here and
I’m alone, yet no one ever approaches
or speaks to me. Which is fine, but don’t
tell me that I’m hiding. What am I supposed
to do? Throw myself at someone?”
A grin split Quinn’s handsome face, revealing
the beautiful smile she loved so much. She always
noticed how happy his job made him and she envied
him that feeling. Some ties were more intense
than others as evidenced by the hard lines of
his face when he concentrated or the occasional
bulge in his pants when a willing female turned
him on. It was those moments when she had fleeting
thoughts of both him and Leo taking her for
their own. The popular riggers were frequently
gossiped about around Purgatory, and word was
they had a great time playing the scene together
but hadn’t taken a submissive of their
own for a very long time.
“You don’t have to get defensive
with me, babe. I’m not sure what’s
wrong with the men in this club, letting you
spend all your time alone. Their loss is my
gain, though.” He leaned closer, his lips
a breath away from her own. The sharp tang of
citrus filled her nostrils and she imagined
he’d just come from a break where he would
have eaten an orange. Did he realize even the
way his hands peeled the skin from an orange
could turn a woman inside out?
Katie sucked in a slow breath, afraid to move.
She worried he would kiss her as much as she
worried that he wouldn’t. She was in a
mood tonight, and watching the play stations
hadn’t helped but instead stoked the flames
inside her until, now pressed against one of
the men of her nightly dreams, she wanted nothing
more than to submit to his every whim. She ached
with the desire to be touched, to be tied, and
to be fucked by Quinn and Leo.
He edged a little closer, but instead of kissing
her like she expected, he stroked her lips with
his tongue. A gentle touch that was more like
a taste than a kiss. He leaned into her until
they were pressed together from hips to breast,
and his erection was unmistakable pushed against
her belly and pelvis. His hot tongue licked
at the corner of her mouth and along the seam
of her lips. She opened farther on a soft sigh
but he only continued his exploration.
Her own arousal went off the charts as she rolled
her hips against his. A low growl sounded in
his throat and he pulled his head back from
hers. “Careful, Katie. For a girl who
professes to being happy alone, your body is
quickly making a liar out of you.”
She clamped her mouth shut and tried to pull
back, but there was nowhere to go. He had her
against the railing and his arms still held
her in place. “I think we should stop
this, people are starting to stare.”
