About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(14)

I knew better than to let a client tie me up. The past experiences of other escorts had been relayed over time and we learned from their mistakes. The whole ‘let me tie you up’ thing was new for Gina though. Did it surprise me? No. Why did that not surprise me? Because three appointments ago, Gina asked me to f*ck her bare. Obviously, I refused, and Gina was embarrassed. She had honestly thought I would allow it.

I didn’t play with my life like that, or anyone else’s. She swore she was clean and on birth control. She knew I was clean, because DFT had a monthly screening process. Even if I were tempted, I wouldn’t have done it. Birth control wasn’t a definite, and I did not want a child with Gina. It was that simple.

She dug her nails into my shoulders as she righted herself, then she pouted, “But I want to. So bad.”

I hated that pout. Not because it made me feel bad, but because it was a manipulation tactic in all its tasteless glory. It spiked my anger. Letting go of her waist, I reached up and gripped her wrists tight, removing her hands from my shoulders. “Gina, if you’ve had enough of me, I suggest you move on to someone else. There are a few guys I know you’ll like. Maybe Marcus or Cameron.”

She straightened and blinked down at me, and I knew I had shocked her. Whenever she played these games, I had always done my best to calm her and make sure she would book with me again. Something had changed in me. I didn’t want to deal with this anymore.

Gina’s voided face held my stare. She whispered a fragile sounding, “I don’t want anyone else, Quinn.”

Taking her hands in mine, I held them before bringing them to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “Then please stop requesting things I can’t provide. It makes me feel inadequate. Like I’m unable to please you.”

This was a stinking lie. I felt adequate in every way, and I knew I could please Gina with both arms tied behind my back. I just needed to diffuse the situation.

Gina smiled, small and shy-like, then touched my cheek. “You always please me, Quinn. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

Reaching to the nightstand, I took a foil packet and ripped it open with my teeth then grinned. “Shall we kiss and make up?”

Gina scooted back, took the condom from my hand, and rolled it on. Her black lace teddy felt great on the skin of my thighs. I grasped her hips and pulled her forward, right where I needed her to be. The head of my cock prodded her wet entrance. I teased her, grinding against her, rather than entering her.

Cheeks flushed, Gina let out a soft mewl. She was close to coming. I’d seen that dreamy expression many times before.

The strap of her shoulder fell down her arm, revealing her breast. The dark bud was begging to be sucked. In one quick movement, I lifted Gina then impaled her. As she moaned, I groaned. She had already begun contracting around me; she felt so damn tight.

Leaning down, I took her nipple into my mouth and suckled. She lifted her head and whimpered. With every nip and suck, she grew tighter and tighter till finally she came, gripping my shoulders, body trembling.

I’d never done what I was about to do, and wasn’t sure why I felt the need to. With Gina slumped against me, I wrapped my arms around her, held her tightly, and then groaned, pumping my cock into her slick *. I stilled, panting before gently placing Gina on the bed and making my way to the bathroom.

My reflection looked like me, but I didn’t feel like me.

I shook my head, removed the condom, and looked at it a moment before placing it in the trash. I threw water on my face and ran my hands through my hair in an attempt to tame it. Placing my hands on the vanity, I stared into the mirror.

I had just faked my orgasm.




I was home earlier than intended and couldn’t wait to get into bed. The silence in my apartment was welcoming. I set my things down on the counter then walked into the bathroom to shower. Washing and drying in only minutes, I headed to the counter, took my phone out, and turned it back on.

Immediately, a text came through.

Maya: Why do I feel as though I’m completely vulnerable to the bedroom monsters with one foot out of the covers? Now, throw a sheet over said foot, and voila...I’m invincible!

Smiling, I walked to my bedroom, and I climbed up onto my bed. The message had been sent an hour ago. Maya was likely asleep. I didn’t have to text her back, but I wanted to.

Me: For the same reason I feel like I’m going to be sucked down the drain in my bathtub. God forbid my bare toe touches the plughole. However, place a rubber ducky on top of said plughole, and voila…I’m saved!

I fell asleep and dreamed of saving Maya from her make-believe bedroom monsters.



The following morning, I woke to a single text.

Maya: You have a rubber ducky??





Chapter Ten



Mia



The thought of Quinn in a bathtub had made me hot. I was jealous of a rubber ducky. Clearly, I was losing my mind.

I had awoken at the crack of dawn, and normally, this would’ve put me in a bad mood, but I felt as though it was a sign. I was getting slack with my exercise routine. This was the perfect opportunity to make up for it. I dressed quickly in running tights and a loose tank. I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my MP3 player and phone, and then I was off.

Although I hadn’t ever lived in the suburb I was currently lived in, I knew my city well. I grew up here. And with my mom being a working single mother, I learned to get around on public transport.