Mile High Weekend (Opposites Attract Book 1) by Melinda Di Lorenzo Read Free Book Online Page A

– wait. What?”
    In reply, Quinn grabbed her by the hips, lifted her up, and turned to set her on the sink.  Ginnie squealed.
    “That’s a good start,” he told her. “But you should probably fill your screams with delight instead of terror. I don’t want people to think there’s a murder happening in here.”
    “You actually want me to scream?”
    She was squirming in her seat, trying to find a way to keep her skirt down.  She was failing, and a little bit more leg got exposed with each wiggle.  The movement was making Quinn a little crazy. 
    Hot. But crazy.
    “Can you stop that?” he grunted.
    “Stop what?”
    “Moving.”
    “Not exactly.”
    “Your knees are in my stomach,” he said.
    “You’re the one who put me up here,” she pointed out. “And my butt happens to be a little bit stuck in the sink.”
    He pressed a palm to each of her legs and pulled her forward.
    “Better?”
    Ginnie said nothing, but when she glanced down quickly, and Quinn followed her gaze, he saw that he was practically sandwiched between her thighs.  Her skirt was now well above her knees, and the view was enticing as hell.
    Shit.
    Blood rushed through him, fast and hard, and all of it pooled in his groin.  Any second, Ginnie was going to notice exactly how much better Quinn’s body thought it was.  He tried to pull away, but there was really nowhere to go.
    He was losing control.  Quickly. 
    Only one way to stop it.
    “This was a bad idea,” he announced.
    His hand shot backwards, but before he could grip the door handle, Ginnie’s fingers found his forearm.
    “Please,” she said softly. “I really do want Lawrence to pay. Just tell me what to do, Quinn, and I’ll do it.”
    Damned if he could say no to that.
    “Show me what you’ve got,” Quinn ordered softly. “Moan. Scream. Yelp.”
    “Just, um…like that?”
    “Yes.”
    “I can’t.”
    Quinn repeated himself, biting off each word with a click of his lip ring.
    “Moan.” Click. “Scream.” Click. “Yelp.” Click.
    Her eyes stayed trained on his mouth, and when he finished speaking, a tiny noise did escape from her lips. 
    Quinn didn’t know which of the three it was, but he sure as hell knew it wasn’t fake.  And he wanted her to make it again.
    Shit.
    “That was good,” Quinn said quickly, careful to keep his face impassive. “But make it louder.”
    “All right.”
    She opened her mouth, and nothing came out.  She tried again, and managed a small, unconvincing whimper.
    “That’s fine,” Quinn said. “If you’re imitating a mouse having sex.”
    She rolled her eyes. “What do you suggest?”
    “Close your eyes.”
    She shot him a doubtful look. “So you can help yourself to a look at me?”
    Quinn fought a grin.  He had a perfectly good view of her in the mirror above the sink, but he wasn’t going to point it out.
    “You said you’d do what I told you to do,” he reminded her. “Are you a liar and a shitty faker?”
    “I’m not a – ” Ginnie cut herself off, shook her head, then said, “Fine.”
    Truthfully, Quinn was actually relieved when she squeezed her lids shut.  It gave him a momentary reprieve from her intense stare. 
    Why the hell is this so important to you, Quinn? he wondered.
    He stared at her face, trying to figure it out.  Her lips were parted.  Not sexily, but awkwardly.  For some reason, it still made him as hard as a rock.
    He willed himself to fight it, and he closed his own eyes for a second too, but a pig-like squeal made them fly open again.
    “What the hell was that ?” he demanded.
    “A sex noise!”
    “Seriously? That’s the worst sex noise I’ve ever heard.”
    “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she retorted. “And it was a fake sex noise, remember?”
    Quinn shot her deliberately cocky grin. “Right. I guess I’ve never heard one of those before.”
    Ginnie rolled her eyes again. “Shut up.”
    “Listen,” he said. “I realize we’re doing this to induce