Page 102 of Dust to Dust

He flashed me a wicked grin. “The fear of spilling something hot on my junk.”

I laughed and followed him over to the cart. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had an appetite. While I devoured my pasta, I also took bites of the steak Quinn had ordered as well as the enormous pile of mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese.

When I couldn’t eat one more bite, I fell over on the bed. “I think I’m going into a carb-induced coma.”

“Tired, Little Dove?” Quinn asked as he joined me on the bed.

“Pleasantly.”

After grabbing the remote, Quinn turned on the TV. “Let’s let our food digest before I ravish you again.”

“Again?” I questioned incredulously.

He grinned down at me. “Do you object?”

“No. I’m just afraid I might not be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll carry you,” he offered.

I threw my head back with a laugh. “You’d really do that?”

“Of course.”

Somehow I knew he was absolutely serious. It was a ridiculous turn on to have a man want to spoil you that intensely. In that moment, I wanted to turn the tables and spoil him.

With Quinn’s attention on the TV, I slipped out of the bed. After making a cup of ice from the bucket, I brought it over to the nightstand. I then untied the robe and let it fall to the floor.

The motion caught Quinn’s eye, and he flicked his gaze to me. A lazy smile curved on his lips at the sight of me naked. “What are you doing, Little Dove?”

“I’m going to repay you for all the pleasure you’ve given me.”

“Is that right?”

“Mm, hmm.”

“How exactly do you plan on doing that?”

“By giving you head.”

“Fuck yes.” He then stripped comically fast out of his robe.

“You don’t need a break?” I asked.

He glanced down at his half-mast cock. “You tell me.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“With you, I am.”

Since I couldn’t rely solely on my vanilla experience to please Quinn, I had actually done a little research on blow jobs. What I was about to do was one of the tamer suggestions I’d found.

Reaching over, I grabbed a small handful of ice from my glass. I popped a few pieces into my mouth. Bringing one between my teeth, I began teasing a slow trail from the stubble on Quinn’s chin, over his bobbing Adam’s Apple, down to one of his nipples. I then blew across the moistened skin.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, bucking his hips.

“Patience.”

“You’re a bleedin’ cock tease.”

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