“I’ll think about it.”
Liar. She was brushing me off, but I decided against pushing her tonight.
“I need to get back to work,” she said. “Let me go.”
“Come home.”
“I need to finish setting up for tomorrow and then I will come home.”
“Promise?”
She held out her pinky finger to me, and I scoffed.
“What am I? Five?” I asked.
She snorted. “You wish. You’re ancient.”
In a matter of moments, I had her pinned beneath me on the bed. “I’m sorry,” I said, staring down at her. “What was that?”
I dipped down, kissing her deeply, and when we broke apart, Quen was grinning.
“I said you’re an old man.”
“And yet I have all this energy.” I rolled my hips so that she could feel the growing erection brush against her, and that was all it took for her eyes to switch from brown to gold.
“Oh, golden girl,” I breathed. “What are we going to do with you?” I rolled my hips again, and she whimpered. “You just can’t help yourself.”
“Gray, we can’t.”
“Who cares if it’s your workplace?” I had no qualms about taking her wherever I could, whenever I could. As I pressed kisses along the column of her throat, Quen tipped her head back.
“No,” she objected weakly. “We really can’t. I need to sort out my birth control.”
“You don’t need it.”
“I’d feel more comfortable if I was protected.”
There were certain things Quentin was yet to shake. Mortal normalities were ingrained into her and she refused to let them go. If it made her feel comfortable, I’d indulge her. I’d rather she used birth control so that we could still have raw sex. I’d never used a condom and didn’t intend to start now.
I stole a glance at my sweet girl. “You’ll need to see Aria.”
“Aria? Why?”
“Quentin, you can’t stroll in and see the average doctor. Your blood…”
The realisation dawned on her face. Red flecked with golden ichor—it was bound to raise questions.
“You’ll come with me?” Quen asked.
“She’s not my biggest fan.”
I shifted myself and pushed her shirt up before kissing along her soft stomach. There were other forms of sex that we could partake in. She hummed contently as I sucked at her skin, bruising it, and she glowed beneath my touch. I rubbed between her legs, jeans stopping me from my goal. But I got no further as the patient room door burst open.
“Scott,” James said, looking up from his phone. His eyes grew wide, and the colour drained from his face. “Oh! Oh, shit!”
James floundered at the door, and I pulled back from Quen while she bolted upright, closing her legs. Her aura continued to pulse around her, and I used mine to slam the door shut, so James couldn’t leave.
“Look at me,” I said, turning around to Quentin. The panic was written all over her face and while her emotions ran rampant, so did her aura. Taking her face in my hands, I said, “You’ll have to tell him.”
