“Mm,” she said, leaning back against his chest, rubbing against him.

He turned her in his arms and said, “I wish I could spend the whole day with you.”

“Me too. But at least you’ll be home early. I’m excited for our date with the kids.”

He had a surprise in store for her. “We’ll have fun. What are you doing today?”

She pressed her lips to the center of his chest and said, “Missing you.”

“Damn, you have all the best answers. Are you going to hang out here?”

“Just for a little while. I need to go to the studio to talk with Elisa about a few things. Can we meet at my place after you get off work?”

“Sure. Sounds good. Now, tell me, gorgeous girl…” He lifted her onto the counter and wedged himself between her legs. “How am I supposed to leave when you’re dressed like this?” He ran his hands up her legs and over her thighs.

Her eyes darkened. “Quincy.”

“Hm?” He brushed his thumb between her legs and felt her clench through her panties.

“You’re going to leave me all hot and bothered.”

“You should know me better than that.” He slipped his thumb into her panties, over her slick heat.

“God…”

“Aw, baby, you need me,” he said, stroking her. She squirmed, holding his gaze, and bit her lower lip. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He glanced at the clock on the stove, calculating how much time he had before he had to leave. He didn’t have time for another shower, but he had time to pleasure her. He hooked his fingers into her panties and tore them down her legs, earning a surprised squeak.

“Breakfast time,” he growled, and spread her legs to look his fill.

“You’ll be late,” she said halfheartedly, running her hands through his hair the way she knew drove him out of his freaking mind. Her hands were as lethal as the rest of her.

“Have faith, sweetness.” He crushed his mouth to hers and pushed his fingers inside her, earning the sounds he craved. He’d learned just how to make her come, but stopped short, needing to taste her, to feel her come as he devoured her. He tore his mouth away, and she whimpered. With one hand on her ass, he hauled her to the edge of the counter and lowered his mouth to her promised land.

She fisted her hands in his hair and wrapped her legs over his shoulders as he feasted on her. “Don’t stop. There, there…Oh God!”

He ate at her harder, fucking her with his tongue, teasing the sensitive nerves that kept her at the peak, her essence spreading over his tongue.

Heaven.

“DO YOU THINK I’m turning into a sex maniac?” Roni asked Angela over the phone later that afternoon. She was at her apartment, getting ready for her date with Quincy and the kids. Their brainstorming of choreography had somehow turned into a discussion about Quincy.