All the Right Places by Sutton Jenna

Author:Sutton, Jenna [Sutton, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780425279953
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2015-06-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Amelia woke up alone in Quinn’s big bed, wrapped in his luxurious bedding like a burrito. The alarm clock on his nightstand read 10:33, and she double-checked the big red numbers with surprise. She’d never slept this late in her whole life. Of course, she had never had so much sex in a twenty-four-hour period either.

Rolling onto her back, she stared at the ceiling. This was her first official “morning after.” She’d been eager to leave her previous lovers, and she’d never spent the night with them.

Quinn had asked her to stay, though, and apparently she was unable to say no to the man since she’d agreed to that request and so many more. She blushed at the thought of all the ways she had said yes with her mouth and her body.

She had given him everything he said he wanted, calling out his name until she was hoarse. After her fifth or sixth orgasm, she’d lost her ability to think. He’d had her over and over, including some early morning sex that sent her into a coma.

Untangling herself from the sheets, she searched the room until she found the T-shirt Quinn had loaned her. She pulled it on and headed to the bathroom, where she slipped on the panties she’d washed out last night.

As she brushed her teeth with the extra toothbrush Quinn had offered, she realized a sexy sleepover was fun until you had to put on the same underwear you’d worn the day before.

After she rinsed her mouth, she looked in the mirror. A bleat of horror escaped her at the sight, and she clapped her hands over her mouth to silence the sound. Her hair was frizzy, and ringlets protruded from her head like tiny copper snakes.

I’m Medusa!

If Quinn saw her this way, he’d surely turn into stone. At the very least, he would run screaming from the house.

She looked around frantically for anything that could subdue the terrifying mess on her head, but all she could find was a measly plastic comb. She whimpered when she remembered she had left her backpack downstairs in the living area. It held the tools she needed to get her hair under control.

Opening the bedroom door as quietly as she could, she scampered down the stairs in her bare feet, trying to avoid any squeaky boards. She peeked around the wall to see if she could spot Quinn, and when it looked like the coast was clear, she tiptoed to her backpack.

“Why are you sneaking around like Inspector Clouseau in The Pink Panther?”

Quinn’s deep voice startled her, and she let out a little scream of surprise. She spun around with her hands on her heart to find him leaning against the breakfast bar. Even though he wore a faded USC T-shirt and a pair of plaid flannel pajama bottoms, he looked gorgeous.

He smiled slowly, his dark blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Good morning.”

Dropping her hands, she smiled weakly. “Hi.”

He straightened and walked over to her. He smoothed a hand over her hair before putting his finger under her chin and tilting up her head.

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