Forbidden Intentions

FORBIDDEN INTENTIONS SINS & SECRETS QUINN ARTHURS Copyright © 2023 by Quinn Arthurs Cover Design by Jodielocks Design Editing by Lorie Collins This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademark owners of various products, brands, and/or stores referenced in this work o fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum For Tom: I couldn’t have finished this one without your support. Thank you for being there for me. Your unflinching belief that I could write an incredible story was what got me through. This one’s for you. CONTENTS Chapter 1 Minnie Chapter 2 Minnie Chapter 3 Carter Chapter 4 Sean Chapter 5 Minnie Chapter 6 Minnie Chapter 7 Miles Chapter 8 Minnie Chapter 9 Carter Chapter 10 Minnie Chapter 11 Minnie Chapter 12 Sean Chapter 13 Minnie Chapter 14 Miles Chapter 15 Minnie Chapter 16 Minnie Chapter 17 Carter Chapter 18 Minnie Chapter 19 Minnie Chapter 20 Miles Chapter 21 Carter Chapter 22 Sean Chapter 23 Minnie Chapter 24 Carter Chapter 25 Miles Chapter 26 Minnie Chapter 27 Minnie Chapter 28 Sean Chapter 29 Minnie Chapter 30 Miles Chapter 31 Miles Chapter 32 Minnie Chapter 33 Minnie Chapter 34 Carter Chapter 35 Minnie Chapter 36 Carter Chapter 37 Minnie Chapter 38 Sean Chapter 39 Minnie Chapter 40 Miles Epilogue About the Author Also by Quinn Arthurs 1 MINNIE “I’ve never had an orgasm.” My blurted words burned nearly as badly as the shot of tequila I had just swallowed. My friend Melanie choked on her shot, nearly spilling the bottle of Patron balanced on her lap as our friend Grace pounded her back. Mel pushed the short, mahogany strands of her bangs out of her face as she attempted to force down the liquor clogging her throat. I swiped the shot Mel had been pouring for Grace from the table before tossing it back as well, trying to avoid the admission that the evil tequila had pulled from my lips. Mel wiped tears from her smokey gray eyes, holding up her hand as she gasped for air and Grace snickered. I snagged the tequila bottle from her, pouring another shot as I waited for the inquisition I knew was about to be unleashed. “Minerva Buffy Armstrong.” Both Grace and I winced when Mel used my full name. Mel’s eyes narrowed as she took me in. “You are a twenty-three-year-old woman with a room full of toys that I damn well helped you buy. What the hell do you mean you’ve never had an orgasm?” I debated another shot, needing the comforting blanket of getting blind drunk to help spill the secret that I had suppressed for so long. “Nope, no more for you.” Grace interrupted my musing, swiping the bottle from my hands before I had a chance to pour another drop and ignoring my pout. “You tend to lose your grasp on the English language after six shots of tequila, not to mention what an uber bitch you’re going to be with the hangover you’ll be riding tomorrow.” Her pale blue eyes sparkled with laughter as she poured a drink directly into her own mouth, shot glass forgotten. Ok, so she may have a point, but I wanted that damn tequila. I squirmed on the dark green velvet chair, wringing my hands together as I sorted my thoughts out. Mel and Grace were my best friends, my soul sisters. We’d been inseparable since the first day of college when we’d all met at a mixer for math majors. We’d been there for each other through the good, the bad, and the heartbreaking. They weren’t going to judge me, I knew that, but it didn’t make it any easier to admit—hence my need for tequila. “Of course I’ve used toys before,” I admitted, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. At least I could blame it on the liquor. It wasn’t girls' night unless we managed to get totally smashed, after all. I took a deep breath, letting the words build in my chest before I divulged, “I’ve just never orgasmed with a partner.” Grace dug her fingers into her long, honey-blonde curls, twirling the silky strands around her fingers as she considered me. “I know it’s been a while since Chad, but you told us you broke your dry spell.” I wanted to groan at the mention of my ex-boyfriend, but I managed to swallow the sound. Chad had been the worst of the worst when it came to sex. The man couldn’t even kiss. But he’d been funny and sweet, at least when we’d first started dating. When I’d caught him with one of my dorm mates three years ago I had been nearly grateful to her—though from the look on her face when I’d walked in on them she hadn’t been enjoying it any more than I had. That had been a lesson learned: Just because a man was cute did not mean he had any idea what he was doing in the bedroom. In Chad’s case, it had made him lazy. I motioned for the bottle but she stubbornly refused, a small smirk playing on her lips as she passed it to Mel. “Do you mean never never, or like, recently never?” Mel asked, her voice more of a croak than her normal husky tones. Her eyes were sharp even as she wiped away the tears her choking spell had caused. I wiggled in my chair, flexing my fingers against each other as I ducked her searching gaze. “Never, never.” Mel swore at