Page 24 of Dust to Dust

A beautiful smile lit up his face. It seemed so out of character for him. My heartbeat thrummed wildly in my chest at the sight of it. More than anything, it was the fact I was the one receiving it.

“That’s right. No one but me.”

Reaching for his hands on either side of his hips, I brought them to my waist. With my eyes still on his, I slid them up my ribcage before bringing them to my breasts. “Touch me.”

Quinn gave a curt nod of his head before his warm hands cupped my breasts. When he squeezed them, we both moaned. As he tweaked my nipples, I continued rubbing myself against him. The more I felt of him over his pants, I knew he had to be huge. Just the thought of having him deep inside me sent hot, sticky desire streaking down my thighs.

“I want to taste you.”

“Please.”

His nostrils flared. “That word on your lips will be my undoing.”

With one hand on my waist and another at the base of my neck, he tipped me back. His lips licked and bit down the column of my throat. I shivered as he slid his tongue along my breastbone. When his mouth closed over one of my nipples, it instantly peaked under the warm suction of his mouth. My breath came in needy pants.

The pleasure grew between my legs. My thighs began to tremble from the intensity. Biting my lip, I tried to mute my cries of pleasure.

Quinn’s massive hands gripped my hips. He rolled them harder against the thrust of his own hips. The added friction of my thong rubbing against my clit was my undoing. With a cry, I threw my head back as an orgasm charged through me.

Through the fog of intense pleasure, Quinn’s voice called to me. “That’s it, Little Dove. Come for me.”

Long after the first burst of gratified emotion, my walls continued to clench. Quinn’s hips began a frenzied churn against my core. Locking eyes with him, I watched as his body tensed and then a long groan erupted from his lips.

“Oh fuck, Isla,” he murmured as his body jerked.

I clung to him as he rode out his orgasm. Whatever connection I felt we had before seemed to intensify in our shared pleasure. When he was finally spent, he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on my lips.

At that moment, the door burst open so hard it banged on the hinges, causing me to scream. Although I tried criss crossing my arms in front of my breasts, Quinn pulled me behind him, shielding me from view. As I peered over his shoulder, a young man stood before us, a stricken look on his face.

“Get the fuck out of here, Kellan!” Quinn commanded.

Kellan shook his head. “Callum needs us.” He then glanced between me and Quinn before shooting him a desperate look. “It’s important.”

“Jaysus,” Quinn muttered. He tossed a glance at me over his shoulder before replying, “I’ll be right there.”

Kellan quickly turned on his heels and hurried from the room. “I have to go,” Quinn gritted out.

Not knowing what to say, I mumbled, “It’s okay.”

After Quinn got off the couch, I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. At the sight of him grabbing a box of tissues, I ducked my head in mortification. I’d somehow stumbled out of passionate fantasy into the harsh light of reality.

How had I allowed myself to make my potential my boss come? Even worse, how had he made me come?

With what little I knew about lap dances, the fact Quinn had come meant I’d done my job. However, none of my knowledge mentioned anything about it happening to me. Or that he would want to do it to me.

I kept my head down through the rustling of his pants and then the crinkling sound of a ball of tissues hitting the trash. It took everything within me to keep my mouth shut and not let my nervous ramblings trickle out of me. There were so many unanswered questions.

Besides what we shared sexually, there had been a definite connection between us. I never would’ve allowed what happened between us if there hadn’t been. There was no way he could’ve kissed me the way that he did if he hadn’t felt something for me as well.

Unable to hold it in any longer, I rose off the couch and started for him. But he quickly sidestepped me and went for the door. With his hand on the doorknob, Quinn turned back to me. “I’ll tell Paula to get you on the schedule.”

And then he was gone.

In a stupor, I stood in the middle of the room, bare-chested and with my cum still coating my thighs.

I’d gotten the job.

I’d had my first male-induced orgasm.

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