Chapter 13
“Are you ready for a celebratory fuck?”
Mackenzie rolled her eyes at Quinn’s question, but he could see the small, pleased smile she smothered with a hand. They were in the elevator, headed up to a room he’d bought for the evening.
Quinn was thrumming with excitement. He still couldn’t believe this wasn’t some delusional dream.
There was nothing hanging over his head anymore—no threat of jail and he didn’t have to look over his shoulder. For the first time in a decade, everything was right in his world.
And he had Mackenzie to thank for it.
The FBI was getting its house in order by firing corrupt agents. The cartel wouldn’t be as powerful with the agency’s help. Harold had paid the ultimate price for his sins. Lupita was being held by the authorities for questioning. Quinn was on probation for the next five years with electronic monitoring, but after that, he’d be a free man.
“We could have stayed at HQ, you know. You didn’t have to go to this expense. After all, you’re unemployed.”
“Yeah, I did. I’m sick of your friends spyin’ on us.”
“Well, they’re not so keen on being around you either.”
“Finally, we agree on somethin’. I wanna see less of them.”
Mackenzie gazed up at him. “So, what’s next for you?”
The question was like a wet blanket, cold and clammy, sucking the joy from the situation. Frankly, he didn’t want to think about it now. Not yet. Quinn wanted to savor what little time he had left with her, and make it count.
“I don’t know. Let’s worry about it later.”
“Okay.”
“All I need is you right now.”
Her eyes turned to smoke.
Once they got to the room, they took their time, exploring one another at a leisurely pace. He wanted to make this night last as long as possible.
Quinn kissed and licked every inch of skin he revealed. He traveled her body with his fingertips, his tongue. When he left here, he wanted a memory of her burned into his brain, which would last a lifetime.
He massaged her breasts, sucked the nipples. Whenever Quinn paused to admire the view, she placed his hands back on her skin, as though she couldn’t stand the loss of contact.
She leaned into him, arching, rejoicing in his touch. And when he would’ve explored her sweet little pussy once more, she stopped him.
“Sit down on the bed.” Her voice sounded thick, almost strangled.
And then she knelt on the carpet, right between his legs. Mackenzie cupped his cock through the fabric, tracing the length of his erection.
With a moan, he fell back on his elbows, staring down at her, as she undid his belt buckle and eased his jeans and underwear down.
Mackenzie left a hot, wet trail from his navel to the very tip of his cock. She took her time, kissing, licking, exploring him. And then she closed her lips around him, taking his dick deep into the heated vacuum of her talented mouth.
Christ.
Quinn hadn’t had a blow job in years. He might just die on the spot. Quinn held back as long as he could, but at this rate, he’d spill himself too soon.
“Mackenzie!” He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from thrusting. She always managed to rob Quinn of his control.
Mackenzie seemed to sense he was on the edge, on the verge of exploding, because she let the shaft go, to lick his balls instead, nuzzling them, before sucking gently.
It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t he have this every day? Every night?
All he wanted to do was stay with her, but he couldn’t be selfish. Quinn was a terrible person, and she deserved a much better man.
Mackenzie swallowed his cock once more and he saw stars, burning behind his eyelids.
“God, I can’t....” Before she could protest, he seized her by the shoulders. Quinn dragged her on top of his body, and then flipped them, so Mackenzie was pinned beneath him once more.
Quinn pushed into her and Mackenzie locked her legs around his hips and held him close. He plunged into her again and again. All he could feel was her walls surrounding him, holding him close.
Somehow, even though Quinn was inside her, occupying the very same space, it didn’t appease the need he had for her. He couldn’t get close enough.
She whimpered, her body tensing around him, and he knew she was close to coming. Quinn was eager to make her cry out.
Mackenzie was even more beautiful to behold when she came for him. Her gaze became unfocused, teeth clenching on her lower lip. She arched her white throat, head falling back. An animalistic part of him, buried deep inside, wanted to kiss her there, and then bite down, but he fought the urge.
Soon, he spilled himself into her again and again.
Later, they laid on the bed, clinging to each other.
“Where are you going?” Mackenzie had fit herself under the crook of his arm. He was lying on his back and she was on her side, pressed against him.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you.”
She nodded solemnly. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
The truth was, he didn’t know.
Quinn had never thought he’d get out of this situation alive. He hadn’t made any plans for himself.
An unbearable silence stretched between them.
Instead of talking, he rubbed her back, stroking her skin. But soon his body stirred, brought back to life by her nearness.
“Please Mackenzie. I need to be inside you again.”
Moaning, she reached for him.
They made love again slowly, achingly tender.He sat on the bed, legs stretched out and she straddled him. Quinn wrapped his arms around her, buried his head against her breasts as she rode his cock. She seemed to have the same sense of urgency and dread Quinn did because Mackenzie held him close.
Quinn drank in the sights and sounds. All too soon, it was over, and Quinn knew it was time to go.
“What will you do when I go?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” Mackenzie wouldn’t look him in the eye.
Quinn gritted his teeth and pried himself away from her prone body. He stood beside the bed, staring down at her. It felt like he was being torn in two.
“I should leave so you can get some rest.”
“Yeah, you probably should.”
But he didn’t go anywhere. His feet refused to move as if they’d become rooted to the spot.
She bit her lower lip.
“Oh, fuck it.” Quinn leaned down and kissed her one last time. Mackenzie clung to him. He closed his eyes, sagging against her.
“You know what? I don’t care.”
“About what?”
“If you’re good for me, or not. I know you risked your life to save mine.”
“I’ve also committed several felonies.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen your FBI files. Believe me, I have no delusions, about who and what you are. But I don’t think you’re as terrible as you make yourself out to be. Not really.”
“Mackenzie…”
“Look, most people are a mixture. We all have evil tendencies and selfless ones. I mean Hitler loved his dog.”
Quinn snickered. “Did you just compare me to Hitler?”
“That came out really wrong.” She sighed. “I’m just nervous. What I mean is, you have a unselfish side and I could be a positive influence on you, rather than the other way around.”
Maybe he was weak, but she was making a lot of sense.
“And maybe I’d corrupt you a tiny bit? I’ve always wanted to unleash your inner bad girl.”
“Hmm. I’m not so innocent myself.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe I held my old boss at gunpoint and blackmailed him into releasing you.”
Quinn grinned. “Damn. I’d give anythin’ to have seen it.” She’d told him the whole story after she’d secured his release. He’d been proud of her but scared she’d gone to such lengths to save him. “And thank you again, by the way.”
“My pleasure.”
“And what about your friends?”
“What about them?” she asked.
“If I stayed, how would they react?” So much for being noble. He was already mentally moving in with Mackenzie.
“They’d get over it. Eventually.”
“Speakin’ of which, and this is just a hypothetical question, do you think West would ever hire me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Because he hates you.” Her nose wrinkled. “I think they all do.”
“Damn.” Quinn whistled. “Well, don’t sugar coat it for me.”
“Sorry. I can be blunt.”
“I don’t mind.” Actually, he found it charming.
“So, what do you say, Quinn?” Mackenzie tilted her head to the side. “Do you wanna stay here and give it a shot?”
Fuck decency. He wasn’t the hero of this story and never would be.
In answer, Quinn kissed her breathless.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, a few minutes later after they came up for air.
“Yes, ma’am. Now, you’re stuck with me.”
“Excellent, because I’ve gotta bring something else up. You can’t rob people anymore. You’ll have to go legit.”
He frowned. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
She scowled.
“Right. Sorry.” He waved a hand. “Continue.”
“What if you went into consulting? I’ve heard of former thieves who contract themselves out to businesses?”
“Why?”
“To find vulnerabilities in their security systems.”
“Hmm, I might look into it.” Quinn could still steal things, but it would be for a respectable reason. “In the meantime, I have a war chest I can dip into.” Actually, he had several bank accounts scattered across different countries.
She narrowed her eyes. “The FBI never found your stash, huh?”
“Some of it, but not all.”
“Shouldn’t you return the money to your victims?”
“I don’t really consider them victims, so much as assholes.” Quinn shrugged. “So, no.”
Mackenzie giggled. “Okay then, consider it seed money for your consulting business.”
“You realize we’re gonna have to get our place, right? I ain’t livin’ at HQ.”
“We’ll worry about finding a place later. For now, get back in this bed.”
“Yes, ma’am. We’ve got a lot more celebratory sex to have.”