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Chapter Thirteen

“I wish I didn’t have to go.”

Phoebe nuzzled her forehead in Quentin’s chest as they lingered at the entrance of her condominium.

“So do I,” he responded, pushing a kiss against her forehead.

The wind whipped around them, causing Phoebe to snuggle even closer. The scent of Quentin’s cologne mixed with his natural aroma enticed Phoebe, keeping her body on buzz. After their shared shower, Quentin and Phoebe lathered their bodies with oil for a deep-rooted massage. They took turns threading their fingers in the solid tissue of their backs, and Quentin had gone so far as to massage her ample bottom. It had made him harder instantaneously and completely aroused Phoebe, but after their bathroom fiasco, Quentin held himself in check and played nice.

It made Phoebe pout a little, but she was so entirely satisfied from their lovemaking that she didn’t put up much a fight. Now Quentin was dropping her off at home so she could get ready for work. Phoebe was already late, and her current case required all of the time she had.

“Is it possible for you to leave early today?” Quentin’s deep voice drummed.

Phoebe scoffed. “I highly doubt it. To be honest, it may be another month or two before I get any free time.”

“Well, we’ll just have to do something about that. Unless your plan all along was to kick me to the curb after you took advantage of me.”

Phoebe cocked her head up at him. “I won’t even respond to that with a serious retort.”

“Ah, because you know it’s true. You’ve been dying to get a taste of this Que, and now you’re ready to break my heart and leave. I told your brothers this would happen.”

Phoebe giggled. “Shut up,” she said. “I would never.”

“Mmhmm, time will tell I guess. So when will I see you again?”

“I can come over tonight when I get off.”

“Tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

Quentin twisted his lips. “Look at you, trying keep me behind closed doors to have your way with me.”

Phoebe laughed again, and her head fell back.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “I’m no closet boyfriend, girl. I’m taking you out. I had fully intended to wine and dine you before you jumped my bones.”

Phoebe laughed harder. More so because some of his words held some truth. Although she’d been a virgin, Phoebe had been so horny for Quentin it was as if she’d been deprived of her fundamental needs to survive. It was probably from lusting after him for so long. Watching him from afar, and being smitten by his prowess. But the wait had been well worth it, and Phoebe knew without a doubt the road she was on would have her in love with him if the warmth in her heart and the stir in her gut weren’t already indications.

“When would you like to take me out, Mr. Davidson?”

“Hmm, how about tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Unless you have plans of course,” he teased.

“Well, I know I had a date with, hmm... let’s see, I’ll have to check my— eek!” she screamed as Quentin sank his hand inside her coat to pinch her belly. “Oh my God,” she said as a bubbling laugh crawled up her throat. “Stop it! Stop it!” she guffawed as he continued to tickle her.

“What did I tell you about sharing?” his thick voice groveled.

“I was just playing,” she chuckled, “but to my defense, I don’t recall you asking me to be your girlfriend. You just kind of told me it was so.”

Quentin peered at her then decided to humor her.

“All right. Ms. Phoebe Alexandria Rose, can I have the honor of calling you my lady love?”

Phoebe’s lids lowered as a caress of warmth blanketed her. With Phoebe caught up in his capturing dark stare, she nodded with a blushing smile.

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