Chapter 43
Him refusing to let me go, running his hands down the sides of my body. Igniting all the parts of me that have always been dormant.
I wanted him. I wanted to know how his lips would feel having his tongue run over those sensitive parts of my body.
Fuck.
Quentin’s lips parted to ask another question. Now, normally, I was an incredibly sensible person who always thought all her decisions through very well.
But at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around Quentin’s neck and
ed in.
His eyes widened as I kissed him, obviously not expecting it. Barely a second in and his shoulders sagged down.
His hands found their way to my waist as he pulled me closer, pressing my bother against his. I let him kiss me as hard as he wanted, enjoying the feel of his lips clashing with mine.
My eyes widened when the realization hit me. I was in heat. No wonder I was feeling so hot all of a sudden, not to mention all the lewd thoughts.
That wasn’t important. Right then, all I wanted was Quentin. He held me against the desk, sliding his tongue into mine, while his hands slowly caressed my small waist.
“Fuck, Melanie.” He let out a breath as he leaned away.
I didn’t bother with a reply, pulling him back and crashing my lips against mine. My hands made a mess of his hair as they ran through them while he continued to kiss me like a starved man.
His hand seemed different now. Softer even. As he continued to caress me, I realized that wasn’t his hand anymore.
It had turned into a wolf’s paw. That only ever happened when a werewolf. They would unconsciously bare their wolfish features.
And looking in Quentin’s eyes, I knew he wanted me badly.
The wolf’s claw pressed against my body as Quentin continued to kiss me. I let myself get lost in it, relishing the taste of his sweet mouth.
His hands were still caressing the length of my waist, occasionally sliding down to massage my butt.
The feel of his claws against me didn’t make me flinch. Only one coherent thought made sense in my head. I wanted Quentin and I wanted him bad.
“Fuck.” He let out another breath as he pulled away just a little.
I reached for his shirt and began to undo the first buttons. His eyes were clouded with lust as he watched me, the intensity of his gaze threatening to make me come undone before I realized it.
He leaned in and continued kissing me while I fought to take the buttons of his shirt off. I didn’t think it was possible to get wetter than I already was and yet, he was already proving me wrong on that.
“What the hell?”
We both froze, turning to see Claire standing by the doorway. Her mouth was parted in shock as she looked from Quentin to me and then back to Quentin.
Her scream had been the wake–up call. I gently pushed Quentin away, the clarity of what was happening slowly dawning on me.
Claire looked a mix of flabbergasted and enraged. Without breaking gaze, she crossed the room and stood a small distance away from us.
“What the hell are you doing?” She asked, looking back and forth between the both of us.
I cocked a head to the side, wondering if I wanted to be petty. I prided myself on being a really mature person but of course, there were moments that called for it. Moments like this.
Silently, I hooked a leg around Quentin’s waist feeling how his body stiffened at the small action. His eyes turned to me, the lust laced behind them still
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Chapter 43
very much there.
If Claire was angry, she looked enraged now. Her eyes were slowly turning bloodshot as she glared at me with a hate that made me want to laugh.
You really are shameless, aren’t you?” She glared at me with disdain.
I shrugged, a sly smile on my face. “Aren’t we all?”
Her shoulders were trembling rightly as she pointed an accusatory finger at me. “You’re a fucking divorcee and yet here you are, shamelessly doing all this. Disgusting.”
Quentin who had been silent all this time glared at Claire. “I told you to stay away, didn’t i?”
Claire’s eyes glistened with tears as she turned to Quentin, an innocent look on her face. “There was an important client. I–I came here to tell you
at it.”
Quentin didn’t look impressed. “Oh really?”
“I’m serious, Quentin.” She wiped a stray tear off her cheek. “Believe me.”
For a while, he simply watched her without saying anything. A part of me wondered if he would believe her, maybe succumb to her words.
He let out a breath. “Get out.”
She looked dumbfounded. “What?”
“You lie to me again, and I’ll make sure you lose your job forever.” He said coldly. “Now get the hell out of my sight.”
