I'm Yours

Warmth

Quinn's POV:

Why does he have to be so hot. Like seriously! His toned back muscles flex through his grey shirt as he mixes a bowl of ingredients. I admire his tight ass as he walks along the island, humming softly to himself.

"My love?"

"Yes?" I respond, quickly grabbing a magazine beside me, and pretending that I wasn't just checking him out.

"Why were you staring at me? Do you need something?" He asks, widening his bright blue eyes at me.

"Nope, I don't need anything. Why would I need anything?" I laugh dryly.

"Are you sure?" He grins, placing the bowl down and walking towards me.

"Yes im sure," I say, shoving the magazine in my face.

We just fucked this morning, but my horny ass wants him again.

He lowers the magazine, and places a soft kiss on my forehead. He then places his hand on the side of my face, kissing the corner of my mouth, and along my jaw.

"You are one needy woman, my love," he smirks, his hands reaching up to my curls and wrapping them around his fingers. "I just put my cock in you this morning, yet you still want more," he grins.

"You are so vulgar," I say, my face heating up when he bites down on my earlobe, his arms positioned up on the armchair, trapping me under him.

"Uh huh," he nods, his soft lips sucking on my neck.

"Leo, you—"

The doorbell then interrupts my sentence and I let out a grown. I turn my head to the sound, but Leo just grabs my jaw, facing my back towards him.

"That's not important," he rasps. "Pay attention to me."

"Okay," I say breathlessly before crashing my lips onto his.

He presses his tongue past my lips when I go to take another breath, swirling together in unsion as he tightens his grip on the arm of the chair.

Ding dong

Ding dong

Ding dong

"Fuck," I mutter.

"Don't," he says, gripping my waist to hold me down.

"Let me just check who it is," I say, pushing him back so I can go to the door.

He lets out a frustrated whine, his eyes narrowing at the door. Angry at the person who has just interrupted us. He then grabs my hand and we head to the front, looking out the peephole to see who it is.

"Margo?" I say under my breath. Why is Flynn's and Danny's mother here?

"What does she want?" He grumbles.

I'm not sure. I can't even think of a reason as to why Margo has shown her face at my door. I then open the door slightly, the lock chain still on just in case she wanted to try something.

"Margo," I look at her, a hard expression written on my face.

"Hi Quinn. I um... I'd like to speak with you," she says, her eyes red and strained.

"About what?"

"Flynn, and Danny," she says.

I then close the door on her. Looking up at Leo who shakes his head. He looks mad, and I know he doesn't want to hear a word she has to say.

"If we don't like what she has to say then I'll ask her to leave," I tell him.

"Fine," he grunts, tightening his grip on my hand. "But if she disrespects you, I'm going to make her life a living hell."