As I open the bathroom door, Quinn is practically dragging me out. ‘What were you doing in there? I was about to come in searching for you.’
I just smirk at him ‘Well it wouldn’t be the first time would it?’ He stops in his tracks and pins my wrists to the wall, staring down into my eyes. I think I’ll play a little game, I glance at his left eye, and his right eye, glaze down at his lips and then up to his eyes again. I look away for a second and then stare back into his eyes. Damn, that really works. Thank you, women’s magazines.
Quinn’s breathing is so heavy, his grip on my wrists so tight, his hard bulge digging into my tummy. ‘Don’t f**k with me, Clem.’ I smirk and bite my lip and he grips my wrist so tight I think he’s going to break them. I look down and my hands are purple from t
