With a coy smile, I asked, “And then you’ll finish me tonight?”
Quinn smacked my behind, causing me to squeal. “If you don’t watch your mouth, I’ll fuck you against the wall in the dressing room.”
My mouth ran dry at his words. “Please?”
With a growl, Quinn shook his head. “You’re a dearg-due.”
“Does that mean tease in Irish?”
With a chuckle, Quinn replied, “It’s a female demon who seduces men.”
I smacked his arm playfully. “I’m not a demon.”
He grinned. “No. You’re an angel.” With a wink, he added, “A very horny one.”
“Is that right?”
“Mm, hmm.”
“And what’s Irish for asshole?”
“Gléas.”
“I’m going to spend more of your money, gléas.”
“You do that,” he chuckled.
When I turned to flounce back down the runway, he smacked my ass one last time. And it felt so very, very good.
Chapter Twenty-One: Quinn
After Isla had been outfitted in formal and casual wear along with shoes and lingerie, we headed back to her house. It took Shane and I three trips to bring in all her bags. Of course, the moment Brooke saw the items she screeched at the top of her lungs. Then she and Isla began gleefully going through all the items while I ended up holding Henry.
Once they were finished, Brooke came over to me. “Nice job, Big Man.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“While all this is nice, Isla could probably use a few more shopping trips,” she suggested.
“Brooke!” Isla shrieked in admonishment.
With a wink, Brooke replied, “Did I mention we wear the same size?”
When Shane snorted, I shot him a look. But then I couldn’t help myself, and I laughed. “If it means keeping me on your good side, I’ll be happy to send the two of you shopping.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Isla protested.
“Ugh, you’re such a goody two shoes,” Brooke groaned.
As I glanced down at Henry, he grinned up at me. “What about Little Man? Anything he needs?”
“A pony?” Brooke suggested with a grin.
“Absolutely not,” Isla remarked before I could answer.
“What about a motorized pony?” I suggested.
“He doesn’t need any more spoiling,” Isla replied while Brooke gave me a thumbs up.