So why had Quinn so brazenly splayed her out on the table and devoured her for the whole world to see? Technically there’d only been a skeleton crew to service their meal; still, his actions made no sense. Ava could still feel the cold champagne and Quinn’s warm tongue lapping at her cunt. A shiver of delight tore through her musings, but only for a few short seconds. Her brain engaged once more, trying to analyze the strange Dominance Quinn had displayed over the past several hours. As she split her focus between the task at hand—or rather mouth—and the need to bend to an unfamiliar submission, the puzzle pieces slowly started coming together.

  Quinn had purposefully remained silent when he joined her in their hotel room. He’d wanted her to think she was giving a lewd masturbation show to some unknown stranger. Why else would he have remained quiet? But why? Was it all some kind of test to see if she’d freak the hell out? Which she had. Even after failing him, Ava had willingly accepted his punishment—the harshest Quinn had ever doled out. She thought she’d paid her penance. So why did she feel as if he’d extended her sentence?

  “You’re not focusing, princess. Do I need to drag you onto the table once more?”

  Quinn’s low grumble drew her from her thoughts. Ava directed her attention to his cock, working her mouth up and down with renewed vigor. She was rewarded with his guttural moans of pleasure and soft-spoken praises. Still, her mind continued to search for the meaning behind his peculiar Dominance. Her thoughts spooled once more to him blatantly putting her on display. It wasn’t like him to openly fondle her in a public setting, let alone drink champagne from her pussy on top of the table.

  Suddenly, a light bulb illuminated her brain.

  Quinn wanted to cast off the cloak of secrecy and expose their relationship.

  The blindfold, the gloves, the table linen that concealed her…they were all symbols of their relationship. Exposing her to an imaginary stranger, then doing so again, for real, here in the restaurant, Quinn was asking her if she was ready to reveal not only her submission but their love and commitment to the whole world.

  Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.

  Ava’s heart soared. Throwing caution to the wind, she stripped off her gloves. Tossing back the edge of the tablecloth, Ava boldly raised her eyes. Meeting Quinn’s startled gaze, she placed her bare hands on his naked flesh, and her whole world righted itself once more.

  A slow, lazy smile spread over his luscious lips as Quinn reached down and caressed the hollow of her cheek with his knuckles. Unadulterated pride etched his face, and Ava felt as if she were melting like a snow cone in August.

  Nuzzling into his touch, she savored the heat that engulfed her palms and enveloped her fingers. Staring up at his heavy lids, she drank in the smoldering reflection of love, lust, and need as she cradled his tightly drawn sac. Worshiping his steely cock, Ava strived to convey to him all the love she felt exploding inside her.

  The connection she’d desperately longed for beneath the table blossomed like a living electrical current. The energy pulsed between them, igniting every cell in her body and filling her with a renewed warmth and deeper kind of love.

  “My beautiful Ava, you’ve figured out my motives, haven’t you?”

  “Mmm,” she moaned around his shaft while nodding her head.

  “Are you ready for the world to know you’re mine, princess?”

  Ava nodded once more while pride and passion swamped her.

  “We’ll now have the freedom to be who and what we are from here on out. Is that what you want, as well?”

  Ava released him just long enough to whisper a desperate “yes” before drawing his glistening, hot shaft into her mouth once again.

  “Thank god,” Quinn exhaled loudly.

  Without warning, he gripped his hands into her hair. Ava’s scalp tingled, and her body quivered as Quinn took control. Rapidly pumping past her lips, he drove demandingly all the way to the back of her throat. She felt his shaft swell even larger over her tongue before he jerked free. With a sense of urgency, Quinn shoved away from the table and stood. Ava’s lips and mouth mourned the loss of his hardness, but his familiar taste remained branded on her tongue. With a feral growl, he bent and lifted her from the floor before plopping her onto the table. All the while, she kept her eyes locked with his as he hastily reached beneath her dress. Running his wide, warm hands up her legs, he skimmed his palms up her thighs, dragging her dress along with them. Quinn didn’t stop until he’d uncovered her wet and ready pussy. Only then did he break their gaze to settle a stare on her sex.

  With a feral growl, he clutched her thighs and spread her legs wide before gripping a hand on her hip. Fisting his other around his cock, Quinn aligned the dripping tip to her folds. Like a man possessed, he drove into her slick, quivering tunnel as a roar rumbled from his chest.

  “Mine,” he bellowed as he began maniacally pumping into her. “My sweet princess… My brave slave… My beautiful, glorious, Ava. Mine…all mine.”

  His eyes blazed in a fire of possessiveness she’d never seen before. Quinn resembled an animal, wild and untamed. But Ava wasn’t afraid. No, she was too consumed by the fire rising inside to do anything but cast her inhibitions aside and rut with the beast who owned her heart…her soul.

  Pride burst inside her as the air in her lungs constricted. “Yes. Yours. All yours,” she breathlessly cried.

  Quinn’s eyes narrowed as he slid his palm to the back of her neck and slanted his mouth over hers in a raw, spine-bending kiss. Ava whimpered and wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back while their tongues dueled in passion and desire.

  He ate at her mouth with the same fury that matched his thrusts…as if he wanted to climb inside her soul and stay there for all time. And that’s exactly where she wanted to be, as well.

  Ava writhed against his pubic bone as it ground against her clit. The wide crest of his cock stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves buried inside her, fueling her need to a desperate level. Soaring higher and higher, Ava prayed she’d never come back down.

  Heat poured off his body, surrounding her in a blanket of warmth and safety. Everything around her fell away except for Quinn and the mounting need to please him. Peeling off the layers that had encased their love felt liberating. All Ava wanted to do was meld herself to him…mesh her body, heart, and soul to Quinn’s for now and forever.

  Chapter 7

  Quinn’s head spun at the feel of her arching and meeting his thrusts, and the sound of her soft gasps spilling from her lips. He wanted to slow down and make love to her tenderly, but the beast inside seemed to possess him with a single-mindedness. He couldn’t let up…couldn’t hold back the rush of joy and pent up demand surging through him.

  The friction of her tight cunt burned his cock, and the seed churning in his balls singed his flesh from the inside out. Quinn struggled to contain the blistering fire, but once Ava began whimpering in her familiar kitten-like moans, he was gone.

  “Now, princess. Come for me. Come hard. Now,” he roared as his cock expanded and his vision blurred.

  Desire and demand coalesced in a blinding explosion, his eruption so powerful Quinn felt the vibration blast up his spine, buckling his knees as they shattered in unison. Spasms sent his seed jettisoning and surging as Ava’s velvety tunnel clutched and milked around him in a sublime and brutal grip. Blinking through the haze that enveloped his brain, Quinn stared at Ava as she splintered beneath him and screamed out his name. A sight so thrilling and heady he vowed to spend the rest of his life coaxing her to one glorious crescendo after another.

  As her quivering cunt continued to suck him dry, Quinn wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. Their hearts pounded in a thundering rhythm, as aftershocks rippled and jolted through their bodies. Ava’s panting breaths licked at his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. Quinn closed his eyes, savoring the sweet bliss of her in his arms as they slowly floated back to earth.

  After several long moments, their breathing leveled out, and Quinn gently eased from inside her. Tucking his cock away, he drew a handkerchief from his back pocket and gently wiped her wet, swollen folds. Ava stared up at him beneath heavy eyelids wearing a dazed and sated expression. And when she sent him a shy, sweet smile, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on her ripe lips. Pulling back slightly, he dragged his cinnamon-colored whiskers down her neck. Ava giggled and hunched her shoulders to ward off his tickling scruff.

  “Can we go back to the room and do that again?” she asked on a dreamy sigh.

  “Not yet, princess. There’s still one surprise I have in store. That is, if you have the strength to stand and walk with me,” he teased.

  “You’re good, MacKinnon…err, I mean Master,” she corrected with a tiny giggle. “But as you can plainly see, I am still conscious.”

  “Then let’s go, so we can get back and I can make love to you until you’re no longer conscious.”

  Ava purred in delight as he extended his hand and helped her from the table. With his arm around her waist, he escorted her toward the door.

  “Wait. We didn’t pay for dinner,” Ava stated with a worried look.

  “It was paid in full before we ever arrived.”

  She gave him a sideways glance and narrowed her eyes. “So Brice wasn’t going to come back to our table after he delivered dessert, was he?”

  “Nope.” Quinn grinned. Pulling her to a stop, he delved deep into her eyes. “Did you want him to?”

  “No.” Ava shook her head. “You’re the only man I want watching me…touching me…loving me. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, my beautiful Ava.”

  Quinn splayed his hand over the small of her back as he led her to the elevator. A blast of anxiety washed through his veins as he pressed the button that would take them to the final surprise he had in store. Brushing aside his unease, he pulled Ava snuggly against his side while he slipped his other hand into the pocket of his tux.

  When the doors opened, Quinn led Ava to a small fountain in the center of the room before helping her take a seat on the white marble ledge. As he cupped her chin, she stared up at him, happiness sparkling in her hazel eyes. Unable to resist the tempting bow of her lips, he bent and brushed his mouth over hers while plucking out the blue velvet box from his pocket.

  Pulling back, he stared at the contours of her face, drinking in her exquisite beauty. Gliding his thumb over her bottom lip, he swallowed the lump suddenly lodged in his throat. “I love you, Ava. You not only make me the proudest Master on the planet but the happiest man, as well. Still, I’m not yet fully satisfied.”

  He watched as the glowing smile vanished from her face. A look of panic flashed in her eyes, and Ava suddenly grew tense.

  “What more can I give you, Sir?” she asked in a soft, worried voice.

  Quinn paused and sent her a reassuring smile wishing he felt as confident as he appeared. For the first time in his life, doubt and fear had him in a stranglehold. If Ava wasn’t ready, he wasn’t quite sure what he would do. How he’d react. Of course, he’d had plenty of conversations with himself over the past few months…wanting this, but not one hundred percent sure Ava did. Dammit. This wasn’t the time to start second-guessing…not now. He’d come too far, brought her into the light where he wanted their relationship to be…well, almost.

  Ava’s bottom lip quivered, and Quinn silently cursed himself for his extended silence. With a shake of his head, he brushed his hand over her cheek and gave her a nervous smile. “There’s only one thing more that would make my life complete.” He lifted his palm, noticing that his hand was shaking, and opened the lid on the little blue box. As he dropped to one knee before her, Ava sucked in a startled breath as she stared dumbfounded at the shimmering diamond ring. Tears sprang from her eyes as she glanced up at him with a stunned expression.

  It was now or never.

  “I’ll only kneel this once before you, my love…as this is your place…at my feet, by my side, and bound to my heart…forever. You complete me in ways I can’t begin to put into words. But I will spend the rest of my life showing you, in every way possible, the depth of love I hold in my heart for you. I want you in my life, sweetheart…as my slave, my lover and friend, but most importantly, as my wife. Ava Gibbs, will you marry me?”

  Tears streamed down her face. Quinn held his breath. It seemed an interminable amount of time before she began nodding, and even longer before a strangled “yes” bubbled from the back of her throat.

  All the tension exploded from within. Blinking back his own tears, Quinn thought his heart was going to burst from his chest as he slid the three-carat diamond ring onto her trembling finger.

  “Oh, Quinn,” she sobbed. “It’s so beautiful. I love you…love you more than you’ll ever know.”

  Ava threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Kissed him with a fiery passion that both calmed his fears and boiled his blood. She had the unique talent to do that to him, but then, it was only one of the many reasons he was so damn in love with her.

  “Then let’s do this.” He winked with a laugh, nodding toward the tiny wedding chapel beyond the fountain.

  “What? Here?” She blinked. “Now? Are you serious?”

  His heart clutched and he sobered, staring down at her intently. “Unless you’re having second thoughts or reservations… Are you?”

  Please don’t let her say yes. He sent up a silent prayer as he tensed and waited for her reply.

  “Are you kidding? No. Not a one,” she laughed. Sniffing, she blotted the tears from beneath her lashes.

  With an inward fist pump, Quinn bit back a cheer. Cupping her face, he drank in the happiness sparkling in her eyes, lighting up her smile, and glowing on her cheeks. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her…kissed her with the promise to keep her on her submissive toes while guiding and protecting her, but most of all with a vow to love her unconditionally until the end of time.

  “Oh, my… I can’t believe this is happening,” she giggled.

  “Believe it, my love. I’ve been waiting for this moment longer than you can imagine.”

  She cocked her head and gaped at him. “How long have you waited?” she quizzed.

  “Since the first time I saw you at Club Genesis,” he confessed.

  Ava’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. “You’re teasing, right?”

  “Nope.” He laughed, then wrapped his arm around her waist.

  “Quinn MacKinnon, you are full of surprises,” Ava mockingly scolded.

  “Oh, princess…you have no idea the surprises I have in store for you tonight.”

  He wrapped his arm around her waist as his chest expanded with pride. Stepping onto the red carpet that led to the quaint chapel, Quinn couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips.

  “Okay, but if you plan to claim me in the lobby or anything like that, I’m going to have to call my safeword,” she whispered as they stepped inside.

  “No, princess. From now on, you’re for my eyes only.”

  About Jenna Jacob

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  Chapter 1

  “I’ll make you a deal,” Tom, one of my best friends, says while bouncing the ball and shooting it in the hoop. “Stay for cake and the speeches, then you can go.”

  “I’ve got plans that night,” Benny, another friend, complains as he fights Tom for the ball. He narrowly misses as Tom, once again, scores.

  “Since when do you have plans?” I ask Benny, blocking Tom and pulling down a rebound.

  The two of them hopelessly try to catch me, to no avail.

  Benny stops, leaning over with his hands resting on his knees to catch his breath. “Just something on.”

  “Is it that chick? What’s her name . . .” I pause while thinking. “Tina. The one with those big tits that bounced every time she laughed at your lame joke about the nun and the priest?”

  Tom stops mid-step, laughing very loudly until he breaks out in a nasty cough.

  “That joke has gotten me laid more times than your mom has gone to church. And she goes every Sunday.” Benny laughs foolishly at his own joke.

  “Hey, hey.” Tom walks over, raising his hands, then comfortably rests his elbow on my shoulder. “Cue the mom jokes, Benny.”

  “Speaking of which,” I add purposely, just to annoy Tom. “This party you’re dragging us to is for your mom’s sixtieth. I’m all for a good time, Tommy, but cougars ain’t my style.”

  Benny instantly curls his fist, covering his mouth while he hides his laugh, purposely goading Tom.

  “Nice try, momma’s boy. You’re going. Mom has plenty of divorcee friends. Isn’t that your style anyway? Preying on the broken hearted?” Tom carelessly points out.