“Yeah?”
“I’m just going to get this out of the way, okay?”
I had no idea what he was talking about. All I could do was look into his eyes and nod my permission.
His smile softened. Leaning down, his lips ascended. Before I could register what was happening, his warm, full lips were on mine. My eyes snapped open in stunned disbelief. His fingers held me gently at the sides of my neck as he deepened the kiss.
Holy…wow! So this was what it was like to kiss Matt Quinn.
My eyes fluttered closed and my body slumped against him. Reaching up, I gripped the front of his shirt for fear of falling, but something told me Quinn would catch me if I did.
His lips moved away from mine and I warned myself not to whimper out loud. Placing a gentle kiss on my cheek, he asked a rough, “How was that?”
I answered with the first thing that came into my head. “It was nice.”
His brow furrowed. “Nice? Just nice?” He looked disgusted, and I tried hard to curb the bubbling laughter in my throat. His eyes narrowed at my twitching lips and he warned, “Don’t you say a thing, Maya. Not unless it’s something sexy-like.”
In an attempt at playfulness, I pulled my body into his and uttered a husky, “Is that a PEZ dispenser in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
Eyes still narrowed, he slowly reached into his pocket, and in a most calculated way, pulled out an item.
It was a fucking PEZ dispenser. A Snoopy PEZ dispenser. Lifting it to his mouth, he grinned, then popped a piece of candy into his mouth.
I choked on my mirth. Taking his hand, I shook it urgently and uttered a laughing, “Well, it was nice meeting you, Quinn. I’ll just be finding a hole to crawl into now,” then turned and walked toward the door, on the verge of exploding with hilarity.
Before I could get to the door, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into a firm body. Laughter burst out of me and I was glad to find Quinn joining in. He turned me and admitted, “I have a lighter in the other pocket. Somehow I just knew you’d ask me one of those lame questions.” He smirked, “See how prepared I am, babe?”
Babe. I loved when he called me babe. But I loved it in a stupid way. I knew it was affectionate, but meant in a friendly way.
Oh, Quinn. What am I going to do with you?
He sobered a little. “Come on. We need to talk.”
Me being me, I needed to insert humor where I could. Humor was easy; serious was not. I pasted a perturbed look on my face. “Are you breaking up with me?”
Quinn laughed again. “Stop being funny. We really need to talk about this. I need your undivided attention for ten minutes, and then you can be as funny as you like.”
His large hand enveloped mine and my heart stuttered. He was treating me almost like a girlfriend. I was sure he treated every woman this way, but still, it was nice. It was settling.
He pulled me toward the bed and sat, but this time pulled me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. With nowhere else to place my hands, I sat them on my lap. My fingers brushed his. When I bunched my nose at him, he smirked and kissed it. “I seriously can’t get over how little you are. I just want to put you in my pocket and carry you around with me.”
I blushed at that. Had he no idea what his words were doing to me?
Of course he did. He was an escort. His words and unadulterated affection were why women rebooked with him. This was why he was likely a gajillionaire.
I huffed then mumbled, “I’m not that small.”
“Next to me, you are.”
I returned, “But that’s only because you’re ginormous!”
He winked. “You better believe it, babe.”
My blush was so intense that it started to burn my skin. I was saved from saying something stupid when asked softly, “Do you still want to do this?”
Turning on his lap, I faced him and mouthed, Yes. I followed this by nodding enthusiastically.
A small smile played at his mouth. Tightening one arm around me, he removed the other to take my hand in his. I prayed to God he didn’t feel just how sweaty my palms were. He began, “Okay. What do you want to go through tonight? I know technically we only have an hour, but I’m not watching the clock, and neither should you. We should only do this if it feels good to you. The moment you feel uncertain about something, just yell out ‘hold’ and I will hold. We’ll talk about what you’re unsure about then move on.”
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 assholes 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.”