“Shall we?” he asked, holding out his arm, and she practically skipped as shetookit.
The moon was brighter than it had been the night before, and there was some light from the resort as well. But as they headed down the beach, the crashing waves their only soundtrack, it felt almost as quiet as their night on thesailboat.
And when Quinn’s arm brushed hers, she twisted her hand and laced her fingersaroundhis.
Leah Saunders, holding hands with a boy. Freaky.Andfun.
But she could only take so much sweetness, so when they finally made it back to her room and tumbled onto her bed, she turned their conversation to a dirtier, more familiar place. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’veeverdone?”
Quinn grinned down at her as he propped himself up on one elbow. “You holding me on the edge of an orgasm for a crazy long time yesterday ranks pretty high upthere.”
“Come on. Tell me a secret.” She popped one of his shirt buttons out ofitshole.
He covered her hand with his. “Youfirst.”
She took a deep breath. That was a fair request. “I have a friend who’s into humiliation play. I scream at him in Klingon until he creams in hispants.”
Quinn’s mouth dropped open. “Okay,youwin.”
She shoved hisshoulder. “Jerk.”
He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “No, I’ll still share. Now I need to, wow.” He tugged her hand to his crotch. Heat bloomed across her chest as she realized he wasgettinghard.
“It’s not exactly my kink,” shewhispered.
“I just think it’s hot that you’d do it.” He frowned. “Although I don’t know how I feel about you doing itagain.”
Yeah. There was that. “I might not. He’s just a friend. Come on, tell me yourthing.”
“I like threesomes.” Now it was her turn to frown, the edge of jealousy unexpected, and he laughed. “This sharing thing is a double-edgedsword.”
“Nokidding.”
“You want metostop?”
She shook herhead.No.
“I guess I should say, I’ve liked threesomes—and moresomes—in the past. If you ask me what’s the kinkiest thing I’ve done that I’ve enjoyed, it would be that. At Christmas I went to Vegas with some of my buddies and had a couple of nights with a couple there. First night was watching them, second night they invited me to join them. That was hot. But they’re not in an open relationship in general, that was a bucket list kind of thing. And that’s really what I liked the most about it. It was hot and dirty, but it was also about wishfulfillment.”
“A kinky fairygodfather.”
He gave a slight nod. “Yeah. Maybe. The other things on my list…they weren’t necessarily the hottest thingsIwanted, but they made other people happy. I learned some impact play to be helpful at clubs, that kind of thing. I can wield a cat o’ nine tails with confidence, but using it doesn’t turn me on unless it turns on the bottom who’srequestedit.”
The temptation was huge to dig into that. Find out if he actually called himself a service top. Because he wasn’t a bottom, not naturally. Not even a switch. And the thing was…it didn’t matter to her. Buthedid. She wanted to know what was in his head and his heart, so she could be a better partner to him, even if it was just for a few more days. She pushed up onto her knees. “Have you ever thought about that as maybe your kink? A service fetish, or just selflessness in general? It’s a pretty consistenttheme.”
He laughed. “I think it’s more about a guilt-complex rooted in my upbringing rather than anything to dowithkink.”
“You haven’t talked about your familyatall.”
“No, I haven’t.” He gave her a bland look. “Howaboutthat?”
“Quinn!”
He laughed and pulled her close, his mouth hovering right above hers. “Let’s save those secrets for our next deep and meaningfulchat,okay?”
Who was she to argue with the man who sent zinging bolts of electricity through her body with a simple kiss, and a promise of future sharing that, ergo, required at least something of a future together?Even if it’s just a few days. Maybe if she kept telling herself that, she’d keep it all in perspective. She nodded, brushing his lips withhers. “Deal.”
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