Page 61 of Protecting the Nerd

“To get used to what? Not being straight?” I played with Quillon’s hand. “I care little for labels, especially when they’re artificial and don’t have intrinsic value.”

“To being with me, then?”

“We’ve been together for weeks now. What’s the difference?”

“Not as boyfriends. Trust me when I say there’ll be a difference.”

I laughed. “I sure as fuck hope so. After seeing you in the shower, I’ve been dying to get my hands on you.”

“I will happily volunteer for all your experiments, though I have a few suggestions as well.”

“Like fucking me?”

Quillon stopped caressing my arm. “That’s not what I would’ve started with, but you’d be open to that?”

“I should’ve asked your preferences first. I mean, I’ve never done anal play with women, so I don’t know if I’ll like it, but I’d love to try.”

“I’m vers, so yeah, I’m definitely down for that. But, nerdy, that’s not something we need to start with. We can work our way up to that. I know a lot of fun things to do before we get there.”

I’d have to do some research. I was never afraid to try new things, but I hated being bad at something, and hell if I’d be bad at sex. Sure, most of it was probably instinctual, but still. “I’m all for that.”

He grew serious again. “The FBI can’t send a replacement right now, so I have to stay on as your bodyguard.”

“But can you do both? Can you be my bodyguard and my…boyfriend?” Oh, I loved the sound of that last word. I’d been saying it this whole time, except now it would be true.

“I shouldn’t. My feelings for you cloud my judgment, nerdy. There’s no way around that.”

“But that would be the case regardless of whether we’re together. If we weren’t together, you’d still love me, right? So your judgment would still be clouded.”

He chuckled. “I’m starting to see why people dislike arguing with you.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No, my smart nerdy, you’re not.”

My belly went so soft whenever he called me that. “I love your pet name for me.”

He tenderly cupped my cheek. “It’s a new journey we’re embarking on together, one with a lot of unknowns.”

“So we’ll figure it out as we go along.”

“That doesn’t scare you? You seem to thrive on routines.”

“Yeah, but you already fit into them, don’t you? You’ve adapted to my somewhat eccentric habits…and don’t think I didn’t realize that. From day one, you’ve gone out of your way to accommodate me.”

“It’s always been my pleasure, and I mean that.”

And then we stared at each other, his features softened by the dim light, his eyes brimming with love. My boyfriend. I had a boyfriend. That might be the only thing I’d have to get used to: the deep realization I was no longer alone. I had Quillon now. Or, more accurately, he had me.

“Do you think we could try some of those fun things you mentioned?”

Quillon leaned in, and I met him halfway. His lips held a hint of the caramel candies he liked so much. He swept his tongue over my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to let him in. He kissed the way he did everything else—with total confidence.

As the kiss deepened, my belly fizzled, and the sensual invasion of my mouth hardened my cock faster than I’d ever experienced. I clenched his T-shirt in my hands and rolled onto my back, pulling him on top of me.

“Hmph,” he muttered, but the word was muffled against my mouth.

Jesus, the feeling of that hard body on top of mine… Nothing could compare to it. I’d kissed women in this position, but they had these curves, a cushiony comfort of softness. But nothing was soft about Quillon—and that included his cock, which had grown hard as quickly as mine and was pressing against me. Also a new experience. I loved it.

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