After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 17: Can You Do It? I Can.

Moira Sloan’s voice was soft and delicate, drawing out the four words "I’ll sleep with you" with a thousand seductive turns.

Connor Quinn’s jaw tightened. The moment she pressed against him, he instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist.

When Moira Sloan finished and saw that Connor Quinn wasn’t responding, she smiled teasingly and tugged on his collar, pulling him down again. "Don’t want to? Or don’t you dare?"

Soft, warm, and fragrant—she was utterly bewitching.

Watching Moira Sloan’s seductive display, a string in Connor Quinn’s mind suddenly snapped taut. "What’s the favor?"

Moira Sloan’s eyes curved into a lovely arc. "Pretend to be my boyfriend."

Connor Quinn frowned.

Seeing he was about to refuse, and afraid of a repeat of what happened last time, Moira Sloan deliberately provoked him, adding fuel to the fire. "Connor Quinn, it’s not that you can’t get it up, is it?"

’A man in his thirties who’s never been in a relationship... It wasn’t entirely out of the question.’

’All that talk about his family’s financial situation was just an excuse. In this day and age, there were plenty of women who cared more about looks than money.’

’It would all be consensual—a no-strings-attached arrangement. With a face like Connor Quinn’s, he could charge a fortune if he sold his body. How could he possibly not find a single woman willing to sleep with him?’

As the seconds ticked by, just as Moira Sloan was becoming convinced her suspicions were true, Connor Quinn spoke in a cold voice, "Just for one night?"

Moira Sloan’s eyebrows shot up. "What else?"

Connor Quinn said, "No."

Moira Sloan laughed. "Then how long are you thinking?"

Connor Quinn’s voice was low and deep. "Until you find a real boyfriend."

Internally, Moira Sloan was cursing up a storm.

’She just wanted a simple, one-time exchange to clear the slate. Who knew he’d try to tie her to him like this?’

Moira Sloan teased, seeing right through him. "Master Quinn, you don’t actually think that sleeping with me a few more times will make me catch feelings for you, do you?"

Connor Quinn’s expression was cold and hard. "No."

Moira Sloan chuckled. "Fine, I agree."

’Whatever he was thinking, it didn’t matter. She could always walk away when she wanted to.’

With their agreement struck, Moira Sloan pulled out of Connor Quinn’s embrace, shot him a look that was both casual and provocative, and turned to lead the way.

All the way up the stairs and to the door, the two of them kept a safe distance from each other.

The moment the door closed, before Moira Sloan could even reach for the light switch, she was pulled into an embrace from behind. A man’s scent washed over her as a scorching hot kiss landed on the nape of her neck.

Moira Sloan trembled instinctively, her fingertips digging into the arm Connor Quinn had wrapped around her waist.

As her skirt was lifted, Moira Sloan found herself being hoisted onto the entryway cabinet.

Moira Sloan was trembling all over. Connor Quinn’s large hand left finger marks high on her firm, pale thighs as he questioned her in a hoarse voice, his lips at her ear, "Who taught you this? Who taught you to trade your body for favors, hmm?"

Moira Sloan was completely inexperienced. In all the years she’d dated Shane Jennings, they had been restrained and proper, their sights set on marriage. They had always planned to save the most precious thing for their wedding night.

Who would have thought it would all end like this.

Right now, she was a mess of panic and fear, but there was also a spark of drunken, vengeful defiance. She tilted her head back, looking up at Connor Quinn in the moonlight that streamed through the window, and pouted, "I’ve always been this way. What’s it to you?"

Connor Quinn’s gaze turned dangerously dark. "Willingly debasing yourself?"

Moira Sloan shot back, "Are you going to do this or not? If not, then..."

Moira Sloan was completely at his mercy, like a fish on a cutting board, with nothing left but her sharp tongue.

The word "out" hadn’t even left her lips before Connor Quinn’s large hand seized her jaw. An overwhelming kiss crushed down on hers, accompanied by the sharp click of a belt buckle and the sound of her panties tearing...