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crawled onto the bed. He had gotten rid of his studio
apartment and moved into Margot ’ s condo. He
sat against the headboard and watched her flit around the room, as she got
ready for bed. She was humming to herself as she took out her earrings and
placed them in her jewelry box.
    “ What
did Christian say when you went to talk to him? ” he asked. The question has been bugging him the whole night.
    Christian
had run off to the bathroom after Sebastian ’ s “ You ’ re
next ” comment, then made a couple of
repeat trips to the bathroom before saying that he didn ’ t
feel well and left. The last time he had seen Christian ’ s
anxiety that bad was a couple of years ago when Henry was in the plane crash.
    Margot
glanced over her shoulder at him. “ Nothing
really. I just asked if he was okay. He did not really say much, ” she replied, lifting one delicate shoulder in a nonchalant shrug.
    Quinn
narrowed his eyes at her. She wasn ’ t
telling him everything. He knew her too well and noticed that she blinked a bit
too much when she answered. That was her tell when she was lying, blinking
rapidly.
    “ Why
are you lying to me? ”   He sighed.
    She
turned to stare at him with her large innocent hazel eyes. “ I
am not lying, ” she
replied and blinked a million times.
    “ Sweetheart,
you are the worst liar ever, you might as well cough it up. What did Christian
say? ”
    Margot
shook her head and rolled her lips in. She had a secret and she wasn ’ t
going to tell. Damn! He knew better
than anyone did that when Margot had a secret that she wasn ’ t
supposed to share, there was nothing that would make her budge. Stubborn woman! What could Christian be
hiding? Quinn knew that there was always something bugging his little brother,
but he would never share. Margot must have gotten it out of him somehow, or maybe
she just figured it out.   She was
extremely smart, very perceptive, and persistent; she might have annoyed his
brother to the point that he just blurted it out. Quinn smiled to himself.   God, he loved her.
    “ Is
there anything I can do to make you tell me? ” Quinn asked, dropping his voice to the husky growl that he knew turned her on.
    Margot ’ s
eyes immediately darkened with desire. “ Non. ” She breathed as she crawled up onto the bed toward him. “ But
I think there is something I can do
to make you stop asking. ”
    Oh fuck yes! “ Oh
yeah? ” he growled, as he watched her
crawl over his lap. He was already hard from the anticipation.
    She
settled herself between his legs and leaned down to kiss him through his
underwear. His breath caught then hissed when her mouth closed over the head of
his cock.   The barrier of his
boxer/briefs seemed to make her mouth hotter than normal. He groaned and arched
under her. She loved to torture him that was for sure.
    “ Are
you going to stop asking? ” she
murmured.
    “ I ’ ll
do whatever you want as long as you don ’ t
stop what you ’ re doing. ” He panted, feeling her smile against him.
    “ Good
boy. ” She purred.
    Quinn
couldn ’ t help but
smile. Margot was the devil in disguise.
     
 

 
 
    Shea
was up on the roof of the house he was working on putting in a damn sky light
above the island counter in the kitchen. The couple that hired Platt and Sons -
the construction company that he worked for - were picky as hell, and were
really starting to get on his nerves. They have a deadline of a month for Shea
- who was the foreman on the job - and his guys, to gut and renovate the entire
kitchen, which was not enough time. Then on top of that, they kept changing and
adding shit.
    Usually
he could kind of hang back and supervise, but not with this job. They needed
everyone on their six-man team to be working. That was why he was on the roof
installing a skylight. Shea was sweating bullets; it was only April, and wasn ’ t
super hot out, but the sun was high and there was not a cloud in the sky, so he
was roasting. He had