Alessandra
The door clicks shut behind my back as Quinn pushes me against it. I had an amazing time with him tonight, which is no surprise because I always enjoy his company, but what he just did to me in the limo—his mouth moving over me like that—proves he’s so much more incredible and way more experienced than I deserve.
My coat falls to the floor in a puddle as Quinn runs his fingers under the straps of my dress, lightly massaging the muscles of my back and neck. His warm hands are a welcome buffer between my skin and the cool door. Quinn Kingsley is ever the gentleman, seeing to my comfort—and to my pleasure—before his own. And there"s no mistaking his bulging manhood, which is pressing into my belly.
I bite down on his lip, trying to tame the girlish smile threatening to give awa
