Thanks as ever for the kind reviews. The next chapter doesn't advance the plot much, but they do have a lot of fun – ice buckets should possibly be recommended. ;)

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Chapter 2

He fished about in his trouser pocket for the key to the apartment while she nibbled at his neck, eagerly undoing his shirt. As she pressed hot kisses to the newly exposed 'V' of his chest he groaned, scrabbling about for the keyhole in the dark.

"Bugger."

She giggled.

"What's wrong? Having trouble … ahem … finding the hole?"

He snorted.

"Not a problem I normally have, I'm pleased to say."

Finally the door swung open and she almost fell backwards through it, but he caught her and pinned her against the wall, his tongue plundering her mouth greedily as he fumbled with her buttons. His lips dropped to her throat as a hand moved up her body to fondle a breast, his thumb swiping over the erect bud through her bra. He steered her backwards down the corridor to his bedroom, his mouth never losing contact with hers, releasing her briefly as he flicked on the bedside lamp. Impatiently, she helped him out of his jacket and shirt before slipping her blouse off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor. He reached round her to unzip her skirt, taking a sharp intake of breath as it pooled at her feet.

"God, I love stockings …"

She pushed him down on the bed, straddling him as her mouth sought his again, and he ran his hands slowly up her thighs and over her back until his fingers made contact with her bra and skilfully unclipped it. Her ample breasts tumbled out and he broke the kiss to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as she moaned her approval.

"Mmmm … more …"

Rolling her onto her back, he kissed his way slowly, teasingly, down her body and she watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded, as he parted her thighs and nibbled the exposed skin above her stocking top. God, the man was sexy.

He looked up at her, his silver eyes gleaming in the light from the lamp.

"Knickers off, love. The rest can stay."

She wriggled out of them and he dragged them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder to join the pile of clothing on the floor.

"Really need to get out of these trousers."

"Don't let me stop you."

She lay back and studied him, arching an eyebrow as he stepped out of his boxers.

"Mmmm. Mighty Quinn, indeed …"

"I aim to please."

He resumed his position between her thighs and she moaned wantonly as he dipped his head and his mouth closed over her, sucking and licking gently.

"Oh God … don't stop …"

Jesus, she was so wet for him. He could hardly believe it was happening, not only was he about to get laid for the first time in months, it was with the most attractive woman he'd met in years. He just hoped he could make it last.

Her breath was coming in little pants now and he judged she must be very close so he released her, moving back up the bed and reaching into the drawer of the bedside table for a condom. Thank God he'd had the foresight to pack a few just in case he got lucky.

She watched as he put it on with practiced skill and settled between her legs again, pouting down at her.

"We might have to take it a bit slow, sweetheart. It's been a while."

She pulled his head down for another teasing kiss.

"For me, too. I just want to feel you inside me, I don't care how long it lasts."

He eased himself gradually into her silken depths, enjoying her gasp of pleasure as she took in his full length, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. When he was fully immersed he paused, his eyes closed in concentration, his lips moving silently.

"Quinn?"

"Sorry, love. Just reciting the Arsenal first eleven in my head. You feel so bloody amazing I nearly lost it there for a second."

He stared down into dark eyes glazed with passion.

"No apology needed. And incidentally, so do you …"

She barely lasted a minute, digging her nails painfully into his back as her climax ripped through her, and he followed soon after, groaning and swearing.

"Fuck! … so good … yeeessss …"

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She lay with her head pillowed on his chest, one finger drawing lazy circles on his belly.

"I wouldn't like you to think I make a habit of this."

He stirred, kissing the top of her head.

"Me either. There was just …"

" … a connection?"

She raised herself onto her elbow so she could look down into his face, and he nodded.

"Yeah. Something like that."

Her eyes searched his.

"Is there something bothering you? Only you don't seem like a carefree bloke on a lad's holiday, somehow."

He looked away, but not before she'd seen the flash of guilt.

"You don't know the half of it, sweetheart. But for now, I really don't want to think about any of it."

Leaning down, she kissed him gently on the lips.

"In that case, let me see if I can help you forget …"

Slowly, tenderly, she explored his body with her fingers and her lips, lingering over his neck, his chest, his stomach. Bypassing his growing erection, she moved to his inner thighs, kissing and nibbling.

"Nice view of your tits from up here, love, but I think you've missed a bit."

His voice was low and gravelly, sending a shiver of desire through her. She raised her head, smiling lasciviously.

"Oh, I always leave the best till last …"

When she took him into her mouth, fondling his balls gently at the same time, he groaned and her stomach turned to liquid.

"Jesus, that's so damned good …"

She watched him as she pleasured him, his head thrown back, his hands gripping the sheets and then she released him, moving slowly back up the bed to lie next to him. He smiled down at her.

"Your turn, I think. Move onto your front, sweetheart."

He shifted until he was straddling her thighs and then began to massage her shoulders, working his way slowly down over her back until he reached her pert bottom.

"Nice arse by the way."

He parted her thighs then and moved to kneel between them, slipping two fingers into her moist heat and pumping them in and out. He was rewarded with a throaty moan as she writhed underneath him, arching her back, pressing against his hand. He ceased his ministrations, ignoring her huff of disappointment.

"On your knees, love. I'm ready for round two."

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She'd never experienced such exquisite torture before. Quinn was buried ball-deep inside her, pinching a nipple with one hand while the fingers of the other stroked teasingly between her thighs. His lips were on her neck, kissing and nipping as she clung to the headboard for support, feeling like all her all her nerve endings were on fire.

Her hips rocked uncontrollably as she met him thrust for thrust, desperate words of encouragement spilling from her mouth as molten desire coursed through her.

"Quinn! Fuck … harder … Oh God … don't stop … so close …"

Se knew she was behaving like a wanton hussy but she didn't care, she felt wild, reckless, out of control, the white heat of passion burning inside her like never before. Reaching back over her shoulder her fingers touched his face and he turned his head to press a hot kiss to her palm before taking her thumb in his mouth and sucking hard.

She gasped as the ache between her thighs turned to a tingling wave of sensation, crying out in rapture as her whole body trembled and shook with the force of her orgasm, her senses reeling, her knees buckling.

She fell forwards onto her elbows, and he thrust into her once, twice, three times more, the erotic sight of himself sliding in and out of her pushing him over the edge. The world fell away as he spilled into her over and over until he had nothing left to give, collapsing onto her back, elated, exhausted, spent.

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"Jesus, Quinn. Are we still alive?"

She felt the vibrations of his chuckle through his chest before he replied.

"Not sure. If I am dead though, doesn't feel too bad."

Raising her head she looked down into his face affectionately. His eyes were closed, long lashes resting on his cheeks, and a little smile played around his lips. She stroked a lock of hair back off his forehead and his eyelids fluttered open, trapping her in his bewitching silver-blue gaze, and her stomach did a little somersault. She swore she'd never tire of getting lost in the depths of those glorious eyes. He reached up to touch her cheek with his finger.

"Have you any idea what a turn on it was hearing you get so carried away and knowing I was the cause of it?"

She felt the colour rise in her face.

"It's your fault for being such a sex God. I'm not normally that uninhibited."

"Well, this sex God desperately needs some sleep, he's literally shagged out."

He grinned proudly, and then fell serious for a second.

"You will stay, won't you?"

She leaned in to kiss him tenderly, happiness bubbling up inside her.

"I'm going nowhere, I quite like the view. Besides which, there's always tomorrow morning to look forwards to."

He smirked as she snuggled into his neck.

"Jeez, you're insatiable, woman. Just my type."

She lay quietly, listening to the regular thud of his heartbeat and waiting until she was sure he was sound asleep, and then she raised her head to gaze down into his face again. Ruggedly handsome, incredibly charming, very sexy. Just her type. How could she even contemplate walking away when she'd only just found him?

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If you're still reading and enjoying, I'd love to hear from you. Chapter 3 should be on route very soon.