About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(34)

“Three fingers, Maya. Use your three middle fingers, not your thumb or pinky. Rub with those three.” I allowed a few seconds before I ordered, “Spread those juices. Spread them higher up, up to your clit.”

She panted, “Oh my.”

I smirked. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” She grunted. “Is your clit hard? When you’re turned on, it’ll swell and become taut. It’ll be really sensitive, so touch it gently at first.”

Her voice took on a compliant tone, which pleased me, really damn much. “Okay, Quinn.”

“Remember those three fingers? Use all three, but only the middle one to apply pressure. Just glide over it.” I waited a moment then continued, “When you feel you can stand it, rub harder, little by little though. Feel the build-up. Feel the fireworks start.”

“My heart’s racing fast. Is that normal?”

I smiled at her uncertainty. “Oh yeah. That means you’re doing it right. How are you feeling?”

A muted groan sounded. “Like something should be happening. But it’s not happening, Quinn. I think I’m doing something wrong.”

Sweet Maya. I fought a laugh. “No, babe. You’re not doing anything wrong. That’s exactly how you should feel. Like you want more, need more. Just keep doing what I told you to. How are you touching yourself? Describe it to me and I’ll help tweak your technique.”

She whispered, “Um…just up and down.”

“Try doing it in small circles directly over your sweet spot. See how that feels.”

Immediately, a strangled moan rang through and it was loud. “Oh, God!”

Gotcha. “That’s it. That’s what works for you, Maya. Keep doing that until you feel like you’re about to—”

Her moan turned into a brazen and bold cry, “Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!”

My brow creased. “Maya?”

She panted down the line. “Holy shit. Holy f*cking shit. Oh, God. Oh, shit. Jesus Christ!” She sounded excited and weak all at one time. “That didn’t take long. Is it meant to come so fast? Was that it?”

I grinned. “I don’t know. You tell me. How did it feel?”

“My body felt on fire. Oh, man! Like someone put explosives down there and just…boom! Only the explosion didn’t stop. Holy shit.” She paused. “It still hasn’t stopped. And I feel it everywhere. Is it meant to go on that long?”

Satisfaction rolled through me in waves. I had done this. Well, I’d helped do this. This was her first, and I owned that. She could never take that away from me. I was proud of her.

“Congratulations, Maya. Sounds like you just had your first orgasm.” As I said this, I chuckled.

“Oh my.” She laughed softly. “Well, that was a big step up on my other disastrous experiences. Wow,” she said in awe. “Now I know.” She took in a deep breath, adding on an exhale, “Now I know why people do this. Orgasms.”

“Now that it’s run its course, how do you feel?”

She yawned. “Too tired to be embarrassed.”

I tipped my head back and laughed. It warmed my heart when she chuckled along with me. “Oh, Maya. It was a pleasure for you, but mostly for me.”

She uttered a soft, “Quinn?”

“Yeah?”

She slurred sleepily, “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” I’d said that a lot in this business, but this time, I meant it. “I probably should go. Goodnight, babe. Sweet dreams.”

Her response warmed me. “’Night, honey.”



Later that night, I f*cked the sense out of my client, Monica. She moaned, screamed, and came over and over as I plowed her.

And I felt nothing.

Not a damn thing.





Chapter Eighteen



Mia



The smile on my face was a new addition to the morning. It was definitely a welcome one, that was for sure.

After my very first orgasm, I slept. I slept in the nude, and this was something I had never been able to do before without feeling bothered by it. I slept in the nude, and enjoyed it so much that I’d already planned to do it again tonight.

This morning when I woke, I felt light and refreshed. My step had a bounce to it, and I had one person to thank for that.

Quinn.

What was it about him?

I’d chosen him specifically for the nature of his character. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous and he knew how to treat a woman in the bedroom, and as I had recently discovered, out of it as well.

Damn.

The flutters in my belly hadn’t stopped since this morning. Sunday was approaching and I was nervous. This man had heard me come. He knew the intimate sounds I made as I pleasured myself.

How humiliating. God. Why did he have to be so thoughtful? And sweet? And funny? I hadn’t been expecting that side of him. I thought he’d be an arrogant prick. After all, he had all the elements to back up such arrogance.

But he wasn’t arrogant. He was incredible. I found myself appreciative of the unlikely friendship we had developed. I just hope it didn’t get weird come Sunday.

I strolled into work with my hair down and walked by Ella, greeting her with a tiny wave. I placed an apple on Pip’s desk and winked at him as he bit into it, chuckling. It was going to be a good day. I could feel it in my bones.