“I suppose I am stalling a little.” Honestly, I’m glad he’s calling me out on my bullshit. It’s more proof that I need him as surely as I need oxygen and food.
“A little?”
I sigh. “A lot.”
Quinn nods at my phone. “Call the PI, and then you can have me.”
I go for a kiss, which he allows. “We can have each other.”
“That too.”
I roll onto my back and scroll through the phone book on my phone until I find the PI’s number. I call and initially get through to George’s secretary, but within a couple of minutes, I’m talking to him.
“Stefan, how can I help?”
My voice gets stuck in my throat. Quinn gives me an encouraging smile and squeezes my arm. His support loosens my tongue and makes my chest a little less tight. My fear of speaking is replaced by a sense of awe at how amazing Quinn is and how lucky I am to be with him.
“I’d like you to contact my mum on my behalf to arrange a meeting or something. Is that something you do?”
“Yes, yes, I can do that. I can’t make any promises, though.”
“I know.”
“Leave it with me, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
“Thanks, George.”
“Hey, no problem. It’s what I’m here for.” He hangs up.
I hug my phone to my chest. “Done.” My heart quivers, and I almost call George back to tell him to forget it.
“Talk to me,” Quinn whispers.
“What if she says no?”
He holds my hand between his. “There’s nothing you can do but wait. I know that’s hard. I know you must be feeling a gazillion and one things right now. Try to relax. Distract yourself if you need to.”
I put my hand on his nape and tug him to me. “I thought you didn’t want to be my distraction.”
“Actually, I was thinking a game of chess would be very distracting.”
I pull him closer so our lips are brushing, cup his cheek, and stroke the skin behind his ear. “No, you weren’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Maybe you’re right. You’ve made the call, which was my stipulation for making love. So I guess now I’m happy to help distract you.”
“With chess?”
He runs his thumb over my jaw. “With kisses.” He presses his open lips to mine.
I accept the invitation and slip my tongue into his mouth, caressing his until he moans. It’s so easy to get lost in him. “What else?”
He slides his hand down my body and fists my cock. “Sex.”
“I like the way you think.”
