Page 87 of No Place Like Home

Shit. That was Quincy’s voice.

I didn’t dare turn around. Prescott took a drink of his americano with raised eyebrows like he wasn’t impressed. Seriously, did nothing faze the guy?

“If you two lovebirds will excuse me, I have a million other things to do.”

I glared at Prescott, and he gave me a salute as he backed out in that fancy car of his.

Slowly I turned around to face Quincy.

“Would you look at the time?” I said, bringing my wrist up, and I reminded myself I really needed to get a damn watch. “It’s time for me to go.”

Quincy grabbed my watchless hand and dragged me to the side of the store, away from prying eyes.

“Dude, I have school!” I exclaimed as I tried to pull away.

Quincy didn’t stop until we were almost to the back door of the diner. No one would be coming to my rescue here—and I didn’t want anyone to either, because if they found me back here with Q, rumors would run amok.

“You can take my cock, but you can’t take my compliment?”

My mouth gaped open. The audacity of this man.

“Close that mouth, Jess, unless you want my dick in it.”

What was happening here? I was missing something, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find it.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Quincy looked annoyed. He pushed me until I was back against the wall, crowding me. All I could see was him, and I wasn’t happy about it.

“Back up before I knee your dick.” I put a hand to his chest, trying to push him back.

“You like being fucked by it. You don’t want to risk injuring it.”

Touché. I stayed quiet because one thing about Quincy was that he wasn’t very fond of lies. Something I had learned over the years.

“Now, I’ll say it again. You look cute today.” His fingers came to my chin and forced me to look up at him.

This was so unfair. He was hot, and plain Janes like me didn’t stand a chance.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“Maybe I should have written it on the board,” he joked.

I lifted my hand and covered his mouth.

“Don’t joke about that. Better yet, don’t look at it. That shit is possessed,” I whispered.

I could feel him smiling against my hand. He then removed it and did something he also hadn’t done outside of sex. His mouth came down on mine slowly, almost like a warning. His lips were lush and soft. Before I knew it, I was on my tiptoes, trying to reach for more.

Quincy was the first to pull back as I gasped for air. My head was dizzy. I probably needed to go to a neurologist.

“What are you doing this weekend?”

“Rosie’s party,” I told him. “Wanna come?”

Shit, why did I invite him?

“Yeah,” he whispered.

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