About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(45)

Again, I mouthed, Okay.

He chuckled, “You lost your voice, babe?”

I cleared my throat. “I guess I’m a lot more nervous than I expected to be.”

He pulled me close till we were back to chest. He placed his cheek by mine, turning to kiss it. “I will only do what you want me to do. That’s it. You’re running this show. You’re the boss. I take orders from you.”

My brows narrowed. Was that it? Was that why I was so nervous?

“What if I don’t want to be in charge?” I faced him, hyperaware that our lips were only a hair’s breadth away from each other. “What if I wanted you to be the boss?”

***

Quinn




Did she really just ask me that?

This was new. I had never had a client ask me to take the reins. Normally, women who wanted that kind of thing went to see Marcus. He loved that kind of shit, fed off it. Me? I wasn’t sure I was up to the task. I could very easily ruin sex for Maya for life. One bad experience was all it took.

But this was my job, and if she wanted this from me, I would handle myself in the best way I could. For her, I’d do it.

Her face close to mine, I glanced down at her lightly parted lips while licking my own. “You sure about that?”

Removing her hand from her lap, she placed it on mine, a soft look in her eye. “Yeah. I trust you.”

Oh, Lord. Don’t say things like that, little girl.

Then she added with a grin, “Shit. You couldn’t be any worse than my previous experiences.”

I pursed my lips. I hated knowing she had let a couple selfish *s touch her precious body. But I would fix that. “Okay. Anytime you want to stop, what are you going to say?”

She smiled gently. “Hold.”

I jerked a nod. “Damn right.” I paused a moment then asked, “What do you want to do tonight? I know about the sex, but what about oral? Tell me what you want, Maya.”

Blushing like the heart of a flame, she dipped her chin and responded quietly, “I wouldn’t mind exploring oral. I don’t really know what I like yet, Quinn. I’m hoping you’ll help me find out.” I would. I mentally vowed it. She lifted her face and smiled a small smile. “I like the kissing though.”

She was killing me with the shy smiles and bashfulness. My cock was already ready to roll. Not needing anymore prompting, I lowered my face to hers and caught her full lips in a long, soft kiss. Pulling back to look into her stunned face, I uttered, “Then kissing we’ll do.”

***

Mia



Quinn lifted me as though I weighed nothing and laid me down in the center of the bed.

I bit the inside of my cheek as nerves rushed through me. Kneeling in front of me, he seemed to make a mental decision then nodded to himself. “We should get naked.”

I choked on my tongue, rasping out, “Now? Right now?”

He grinned. “Yes, sweet pea. Right now.”

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I held them there. “I don’t know…”

“Want me to get naked first? Give you some time to get used to it?” This wasn’t said in an arrogant way, more just enquiring.

I swallowed hard and nodded lightly. It would give me time to stall, as well as a moment to see a penis is real life. I glanced down to his crotch and hurriedly looked away. He must’ve seen, because he chuckled. “You can look, Maya. I want you to look. I want you to touch.” His voice turned rough. “I can’t wait to have your hands on me. That’s all I thought about all day.”

Lies. But flowery ones. I tried to ignore the way his words made my stomach flutter. I would accept flowery words, for today only.

Quinn slid off the bed and stood at the foot of it. His fingers worked slowly, unbuttoning his shirt. The more of his broad chest I saw, the more flustered I became. When he reached the last button, I actually gasped.

By God, he was amazing. I could only imagine the hours put into this body. He was akin to a statuesque Greek god forged in bronze.

He jerked his shoulders and the shirt fell to the ground. I watched his long fingers work the button atop his jeans. My eyes lingered over the small trail of hair there, and I clenched my legs together. Hard. With no effort at all, the button came undone. He toyed with the zip and my eyes widened. Mouth dry, my heart raced as he lowered the zipper. Clutching a hand to my chest, I almost wheezed out when the head of his erection sprang free. My body jolted. I slapped my hands over my face and squeaked, “You’re not wearing underwear, Quinn!”

“Never do.” The smooth words washed over me like a caress. Matt Quinn was insanely sexy; I would give him that.

Sitting in the middle of the bed with my dress and shoes on, shaking my head and covering my eyes, I heard, “Maya? Look at me, baby.”

Baby. Shit. That was new. It was new, and I liked it.

“I’m embarrassed.” It was an honest declaration. I had never felt so exposed in my life, and I wasn’t even the one naked!

I listened as padding footsteps walked across the room. The room was suddenly shrouded in darkness. More footsteps, and then from the corner of my eye, I saw Quinn turn on the bathroom light. He pulled the door closed, only leaving a sliver open.

My hands fell from my face. I could make out a naked Quinn, but not enough to panic. The lighting had changed everything for me. It was perfect. He had known exactly what I needed.