I WENT SURFING this morning to release some pent-up energy and tension in my body from yesterday with Quinn, hoping it would help me handle whatever decision she made. If she woke up and decided to keep our relationship strictly professional, I needed to have my shit together so I wouldn't immediately combust from not getting to touch her again.

But I ended up making it so much worse.

Not only was my knee fucking killing me, but now Quinn Castle was fussing over me while I lay in bed uselessly.

To be clear, I didn't mind Quinn fussing over me. I didn't mind her hands flitting over my body or how her eyes scanned me critically, which made my blood heat from her attention. It was hard to mind that.

But I did mind feeling incapacitated. I mean, I wasn't. Not really. Even with a bum knee, I could still find a million ways to make her come. But the problem was that now little Miss Fuck-Me-In-The-Morning wouldn't let me touch her.

Not because she didn't want me. She made that more than clear when she ran across the beach naked beside that Warriors shirt. No, she just didn't think it was a good idea.

On a grander scale, I agreed. We'd already established that none of this was a good idea, but Quinn's main concern was my knee. And I just didn't care as much about that, even if it physically pained me.

I groaned, closing my eyes and imagining what might have happened if I hadn't gone surfing this morning. I pictured Quinn waltzing into my bedroom in that shirt, telling me she still wanted this, and then bending over the side of my bed so I could make her mine.

"What?" Quinn's anxious voice cut through my thoughts. "Did that hurt?"

I opened my eyes again to see her face hovering above mine, nervous expression and all.

"August?" she probed when I didn't immediately answer. "You're worrying me."

"No, Castle. That feels good," I said quickly, assessing my propped-up knee and the gel ice pack Quinn had carefully placed on it. "Thanks for getting it for me."

She wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I rasped. "The groan was about something else entirely."

Her demeanor shifted at my words, and I knew she knew exactly what I was thinking about. Quinn's lips curved into a slight smirk.

"Is there anything else I can do to make you feel good, Fletcher?"

I shook my head. There was no way I was letting her do anything if she wouldn't let me reciprocate.

"You've done enough." Ignoring the tiny hint of disappointment that passed over her face, I added, "You don't need to take care of me."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, you won't let me call your friends or family, so I'm all you got."

"I'm fine, Castle," I said with a sigh. But considering I winced when I attempted to adjust my leg, it was unconvincing.

Quinn put her hands on her hips and stared at me. "You have got to be the most stubborn man I've ever met."

"Have you been in this position with other men before?" I asked, biting the inside of my cheek to keep jealousy from showing on my face.

"Can't say that I have," Quinn said, her lips twitching as her eyes roamed my face, catching every emotion there. "But I'm sure they'd be better patients than you. Now take this." She shoved her hand toward me, a couple pills of Ibuprofen sitting in her open palm. I took them, and she smiled at my begrudging obedience. "I'll go grab you a glass of water."

Before I could protest, she flew out of the room, returning less than a minute later with a glass of water. Knowing I needed the inflammation in my knee to go down, I relented, tossing the Ibuprofen back before chasing it with the water she brought me. Quinn watched with keen eyes, almost like she half-expected me to spit the pills back out.

Once they were washed down, I cleared my throat. "Now, I'm laying down and not moving like a good boy–just like you wanted. So are you gonna get your ass into bed or what?"

Quinn's laugh was breezy and sweet as it trickled into the air. She walked around the king-sized bed until she was on the other side, gingerly crawling onto it, settling as far away from me as possible.

I glared at her, raising a brow.

"Having a bad knee is not contagious, you know."

"No...it's not," she said slowly. "But there are other things that are."

"Such as?"

She tossed a glare back at me, reciprocating my look. "You know what."

"Spell it out for me, Castle."

"There's this...spark in your eye when you look at me," she explained, talking in a measured way, like she was evaluating every word.

"I'm sure there is," I agreed because I wasn't trying to hide how much I fucking wanted her anymore.

"That spark is contagious." She swallowed. Hard. "And when it hits me, it spreads. And it becomes so much more...until it's nearly unbearable."

"Then let me soothe it," I argued, my rough voice cutting through the thick air between us. Yesterday she was naked in bed with me, climbing onto my lap and letting me thrust my cock between her tits. And now she was acting like I was fragile, and she was uncertain. I hated it.

"It's important that you rest," she whispered. "You shouldn't be doing anything. I don't want things to get worse."

"Worse?" I repeated with a scoff. "Nothing is worse than you being all the way the fuck over there."

She heaved a high, but her lips told me a different story as they threatened to break into a grin. "You're not only stubborn, you're dramatic too."

"Only when it comes to you."

Her eyes flicked up in a half-roll.

"August."

"Quinn."

"Just relax."

"It's hard."

Her grin stretched into a smirk. "Hard?"

"You heard me." I hadn't meant it like that, but it was true. "It's hard to relax around you. Probably has something to do with that spark you were talking about."

"Hmm." She tapped her finger on her chin like she was thinking. "What should we do about that?"

I had a few things in mind but decided to start small. "You could at least come closer."

Quinn didn't protest this time. Instead, she shifted onto her hands and knees and started a sensual crawl toward me. Oh hell. My tempo spiked at the sight. She might not be naked like she was last night, but it didn't matter. She had my name on her back and nothing else.

She slid onto the bed beside me, her body pressing against mine.

"Is this better?" she asked, blinking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.

"Definitely better."

I lifted my arm, placing it around her and pulling her even closer. I'd be more than content spending the rest of the day with her lying in my arms while I let the ice and painkillers do their work. It wasn't quite what my imagination had conjured up for today, but I couldn't really complain, could I?

Quinn slipped her hand onto my bare chest, smoothing over it before running her fingers down and tracing my abs. "What about this?" she asked in a husky murmur. "Am I close enough now?"

"This is perfect," I said, wondering if I should stop her exploration. Her touch did things to me, and I didn't know if I could stop my body from reacting.

"Perfect?" Quinn repeated as her fingers trailed lower. And lower. Fuck me.

"Castle..." I warned just before her touch brushed over the outline of my growing erection in my shorts.

"You think this is perfect?" she repeated, ignoring me. "Because I was thinking about something that could make it better. That could help you relax. But if you think this is perfect..."

"What the hell are you doing to me?" I groaned, nearly losing it when she arched her body into the side of mine, molding us together. "I'm trying...fuck, I'm trying to..."

All my thoughts of trying to do anything vanished when Quinn started inching down the bed, intent clear, all while teasing the hell out of me with her touch.

"You're trying to be a gentleman. That's what you're doing, Fletcher," she filled in for me. 'I know you, and I know you want to put everyone else's needs above your own. But it's okay to take what you want every once in a while."

"You should be careful with that advice," I rasped when I managed to find words.

She paused, cocking her head to the side as she looked at me. "Why?"

"Because what I want is you."

"For as long as I'm here, I'm yours," she said with a soft smile. "Just like I told you yesterday. I didn't change my mind."

"That's really what you want?"

She nodded. "But to be more specific, right now I want you to give me permission to make you feel better. To let me take care of you." Quinn ran her fingers along the waistband of my shorts, and my breaths started coming in short spurts at what she was asking. At what she wanted. "I want you to give me permission to wrap my lips around you and introduce you to the back of my throat."

Holy hell. I was never going to survive this woman, was I? Not that I cared. I wanted everything she was offering, and I didn't know how to hold out any longer.

"You never have to ask permission for that, Quinn," I said honestly, threading my fingers through her hair and pushing it back from her face. I wanted to be able to see everything. "Never. Just take what's yours, baby."

Quinn bit down on her lip, letting it slide through her teeth seductively as she turned her attention toward my cock. I lifted my hips, giving even more permission for her to slide my shorts down.

If what she wanted was a mouthful...hell, I couldn't say no.

Once my erection sprang free from my shorts, Quinn ran her fingers lightly up its length. I closed my eyes, reining in the desire and heat coursing through my veins. The last thing I wanted was to lose it too so–

"Fuck," I cried as wet heat surrounded my tip without warning. Quinn's lips. Quinn's mouth. Quinn's tongue, dragging up the side of my cock. Unbelievable.

I opened my eyes and Christ, it looked unbelievable, too. She looked so goddamn good taking me between her lips.

"You're saying this is mine?" Quinn breathed before sliding me back into her mouth, swallowing me deep and sucking back up my length. She didn't honestly expect me to answer while she was doing that, did she? Because the things she was doing to my cock made me lose all ability to breathe, let alone speak.

I tightened my hold on her hair and groaned, hoping that she'd understand. And hoping she wouldn't stop.

She didn't. Quinn hollowed her cheeks and began working me over. And then, God help me, her eyes flicked up and connected with mine at the same time she let me feel the back of her throat. She held me there, and I knew she wanted an answer.

"Yours," I moaned through shallow breaths. "It's yours, Castle."

Satisfied, she drew me back out of her mouth and smirked. "You gonna name it after me?"

I shook my head, wondering how I'd ever recover from experiencing her. This.

"It's not enough to name my boat after you, huh? You want my dick, too?"

"I'll take what I can get," she laughed, eyes twinkling as she watched me.

I used my grip on her hair to encourage her back where I wanted her, lifting my hips until my tip met her lips again.

"You can take everything," I breathed, meeting her gaze beat for beat as she reintroduced me to that beautiful fucking mouth. "I'd give you everything, Quinn."

Her eyes visibly flared at my words, and I couldn't look away as she sucked me in again. She couldn't look away, either. Our eyes stayed connected as Quinn made me forget all about my goddamn knee. She made me forget anything that didn't involve the sinfully sweet things she was doing to me. And just...her.

"God, you take me good," I grunted, tipping my head back and looking down at her beneath heavy lids. I felt like I was in heaven, and I wouldn't be able to hold myself back much longer.

Quinn grinned at me around my cock, and fuck, for some reason, that did it for me.

"I'm seconds away from filling that pretty little mouth up, Castle," I rasped. "Okay?"

Without stopping what she was doing, she nodded. Thank the lord for her quick response because, at the next tug of her lips around me, I shuddered my release, gasping her name.

Pure, white-hot bliss spread through my body as Quinn sucked me dry, not relenting until I had nothing left to give her. I felt her throat work as she swallowed my cum, and I knew exactly what I needed to happen next.

She got to taste how badly I wanted her, and now it was my turn. Especially considering how she kept squeezing her legs together, clearly seeking her own release whether she realized it or not.

"That was unbelievable," I said through panting breaths. "Now get the fuck up here and sit on my face, Quinn."

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