That conversationnever strayed far from her thoughts. How service wasn’t his kink, but something else, and she couldn’t shake the idea that maybe something else—family stuff, personal history—had held him back from exploring everything hemightwant.
And giving Quinn what he wanted? That could be Leah’s kink, one hundredpercent.
She just didn’t know how to bringitup.
Luckily Quinn ended up doing just that for her, the next afternoon, when he turned her question around on her. “What’s the kinkiest thing you haven’t done yet, but mightwantto?”
He was sitting on her bed, leaning back against the headboard. She’d been puttering around as he flicked through the TV channels and played with hervibrator.
She stopped what she was doing and crawled onto the blanket to kneel in frontofhim.
“More wish fulfillment?” She almost answered him, too, but this was her chance to focus on him. “Youfirst.”
He sank his teeth into his lower lip and groaned. “Nofair.”
“Totally fair, in fact.” She reached for him, meaning to just give him a hug, but he pulled her into his lap and she straddled him, eager to show him with her body just how open she was to hearing anything he might say. “And it could be anything, right? Total fantasy. Nojudgment.”
“Yeah.” He hummed under his breath for a second, then took a deep breath. “I’vealwayswantedtolickupacreampie.”
She laughed gently. “No clue what you just said.” She kissed his cheek for good measure. “Try again,” shewhispered.
“Cream pie,” he muttered, his hold on her tightening as he shoved the words quietly into the spacebetweenthem.
“Oh.” She shivered as a wave of heat rolled over her. “That’shot.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. In theory. I’ve never…well, you know. The whole can-never-be-too-carefulthing.”
“Same. I’ve never been with a woman without condoms. And I wasn’t saying I wanted to do thattoyou.”
Except his cock branded him a liar. A hard, throbbing liar. Her breath caught in her throat. She leaned and licked her way into his mouth. He pushed back, nipping and sucking as she climbed into him, consuming and being consumed until their breath was one and hungry, impatient lust throbbed in every cell of her body. “I want you to do that,” she gasped. “Not now. But I want you. Somehow, we need more thanthisweek.”
“Tell me your thing.” He caught her hand and tugged her fingers to his mouth. His gaze slid over her like molten lava as he caressed her fingertips with his lips. “And let’s promise each other we’ll make each other’s fantasies come true. A month from now, we’ll meet up somewhere with test results and whatever elseweneed.”
“Why do you think my secret desires requiresupplies?”
“Just leaving the options wide open, babe. Come on,tellme.”
Now it was her turn to be suddenly shy. And that made sense. She was about to tell Quinn she wanted him to attack her. “I don’t need any supplies. Just a skilled combatant that I trustimplicitly.”
He nuzzled against her. “Tellmemore.”
“An immersive scene, set up in advance. I get attacked, and assaulted, then turn thetables.”
He didn’t say anything and she held herbreath.
“I know it’s huge and not something just to randomlysuggest,but—”
“We’ll have to plan it.” He tangled his hands in her hair as he cupped the back of her head, moving her to where he could look her in the eye. “Lots of phone calls. Texts. Regular contact. Think you canhandlethat?”
She swallowed hard. That was more than meeting up again sometime. That was…an ongoing thing. “Sowe’dtalk.”
“Stay in touch. Maybe have phone sex to make up for being on opposite ends of the westcoast.”
“Maybe.”
He frowned. “What,maybe?”
