Love, Diamonds, and Spades by Violet Duke Page A

see are dull compared to yours, every smile completely forgettable.”
    His tongue circled a nipple and they both groaned. “All my brain can and wants to see is you. All my body wants is to feel you in my arms. When you’re not, I spend all my energy and focus looking at every inch of you and imagining my hands all over you. You’re an addiction, Quinn Christiansen.”
    “My addiction.”
    He sucked hard and she cried out his name, arching when she felt his rough thumb tease her other nipple as well. Back and forth he alternated, completely stealing control of her body, sentencing her to what felt like an eternity of mind-erasing pleasure.
    Panting and writhing, it took her a moment to realize that the delicious heat was suddenly gone, and cool air was now the only thing touching her nipples. “You’re so beautiful,” he growled.
    She opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her, passion burning in his eyes, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his hands slid over her skin.
    “God, Quinn, you’re perfect.”
    The rough declaration was rasped against her breast as he pulled her upright and gently scraped his teeth against her nipple.
    She scored her nails down his back and heard herself begging for more. Just…more.
    Seconds later, he was gently laying her down on the couch.
    And then ripping her skirt off.
    If she thought his eyes had been hot with lust before, they were outright scorching now.
    When his calloused fingers ran over her soaked core—close, but not close enough—she whimpered and he immediately stopped.
    “Are my hands too rough, baby?” he asked, voice heavy with concern.
    “No,” she managed. “More.” She slid her thighs apart and felt herself get even more wet when he released a feral growl and brought his mouth down to her skin.
    Still not close enough.
    “Please, Rylan.”
    His hands gripped her thighs. “Again,” he demanded roughly as his tongue swiped along her drenched flesh, dipping lower and causing him to release another rough sound from his chest as he tasted how much she wanted him. “Say my name again, sweetheart.”
    She was floating in a riptide dragging her sanity away. With all the tenderness in the world, his work-roughened thumbs spread her wider for his gaze, his mouth.
    “Again,” he breathed, right against her exposed sex and she nearly came right there, his question the last thing on her mind.
    He slipped her legs over his shoulders and licked her mere inches away from where she needed to feel him.
    Then he pushed two thick fingers deep into her and she screamed his name.
    Just like that, an animal was unleashed. His mouth clamped down on her and sucked the last of her inhibitions right of out of her until finally, she was coming in his mouth.
    A mindless mass of sensations, she found herself shattering through another orgasm just as devastating as the first when his tongue started to torment her in rhythm with the three fingers now plunging deep inside of her.
    He didn’t stop until she was nearly whimpering in exhausted pleasure.
    “ Rylan. ”
    That was the best she could manage, but it was enough to signal he’d wrung her dry. He pulled back and slid her legs off his shoulders. Gentle kisses rained down on her thighs, soft murmurs against her skin she couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in her ears.
    She felt the room tilt them before she was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, fingers massaging her scalp and a hot palm running up and down her back. Burrowing into the heat, she felt herself drift off and she tried her best to fight it.
    “Sleep, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Just close your eyes and sleep.”
    The soft kiss he brushed across her lips was the last thing she remembered.
     
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    YEP, IT WAS OFFICIAL.
    He was going to have the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind.
    But frankly, he didn’t care.
    Watching Quinn come apart before him was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen in his life.
    And if he’d been an