Page 73 of The Fire We Crave

And it does something to me that I get to be the first to do this for her.

“Normally, I’d sit on a chair, and you’d kneel over my lap. But, given the floor is still wet from scrubbing, I’m not going to make you do that.”

“Thank you… Should I call yousir?”

“I’m not a fan of honorifics.”

“So, nomy liegefor you?”

I step behind her and playfully kick her feet a little wider. “Stop talking before I gag you.”

She mimics zipping her lips and throwing the key over her shoulder.

“I was going to start you at three, but you’re getting five for that.”

Tenderly, I snake my hand in front of her and undo the metal hardware on the bib of her overalls. The flap falls forward, and she’s wearing a thin-strapped tank the color of tangerines beneath. I pop the three buttons at her side and shimmy the denim over her hips, then let it fall to her knees.

She’s wearing practical panties in plain white cotton, but they’re sexier than any lace I’ve ever seen. They cup the curve ofher ass, and I bend and bite one cheek. She tries to move away from the bite, but she’s trapped between me and the counter.

Perhaps I spent too long trying to ignore anything to do with Quinn Moran, but now, I’m paying attention. Now, I can’t ignore the way she eases me, and her rocking body that I can’t get enough of. I press my chest to her back, then wrap one arm over her breasts and slide the other between her legs, cupping her firmly.

I place my lips next to her ear. “Why am I about to spank you, Quinn?”

“Because I kept talking.”

“And?”

She drops her head back a little, so it falls against my shoulder. “Because I zipped my lips and threw away the key.”

“Good girl.”

“And because I…last night…I…”

“You what, Quinn?”

“I handled it wrong. I was grateful and concerned about you, but I pushed unnecessarily.”

“You were probably more right than wrong, but we’ll learn how to communicate more honestly, sugar.”

I catch the smile that graces her lips. Like I said the one thing she’s been waiting for someone to say to her.

Unexpectedly, she kisses the edge of my jaw. “In case this hurts, I just want to say thank you now.”

“If I do it right, it should be the perfect kind of hurt.Redis your safe word. Use it if it gets too much. I’ll stop.Yellowworks if you’re overwhelmed and need a minute. You won’t get into any trouble for using either.”

I place my palm between her shoulder blades and push her down onto the counter. I take a minute to arrange her on the table, so it makes her neck look long. I wrap her ponytail around my hand, and she bites down on her lip.

Anticipation builds need.

Quinn squirms against me, and I press myself against her to stop her. It does little to ease the ache in my cock, but this is about Quinn stepping into her kink, not me and my most basic needs.

Besides, the restaurant I’m taking her to has gender-neutral bathrooms. Maybe I can persuade her to join me in one of those and she can suck my dick, technically, in public.

My cock twitches at the thought of her lips on me.

Once she’s arranged, I dip my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and lower them to her knees. Because of the shape of her overalls, she can’t open her legs all that wide.

I rub my hands over the cheeks of her ass. They’re smooth and unblemished and untanned. In other words, they’re going to mark up perfectly.

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