Page 31 of Ignite

"It’s been a long, long, very long time."

I pause.

"Well, I can give them to myself easily. But a man? Years. You broke my brokenness."

His brows knit. He grabs my face.

"Don’t ever say you’re broken again. You, trouble, were never the problem. You felt how hard I just came down your throat, right?"

I giggle.

"Yes. I felt a lot in my throat, Conan."

"Say it for me. I am not broken, I just have poor choices in men who don’t know how to pleasure a woman. I was never the problem. I’m hot as fuck."

"I really have to say the last bit?"

He nods.

"Yeah. Say the whole thing, and I’ll give you another orgasm. I’ll make you come so hard you pass out. Now say it."

I swallow and meet his eyes.

"I am not broken, I just have poor choices in men who don’t know how to pleasure a woman. I was never the problem. I’m hot as fuck."

"Such a good girl."

He kisses me, and my heart races.

"Do I get my prize now?"

A buzzing sound cuts through the air.

Then again.

"Let me get that first," I whisper.

I dart to my clothes and dig out my phone.

Dr. Quinn.

"It’s your brother."

Conan shifts on the couch. "Answer it. I’ll keep quiet."

I pick up.

"Dr. Quinn, everything okay?"

"Could you make it in for a shift? Four hours max. I’ll meet you there to oversee. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency. We’ve had staff off sick. We need all hands. I’ll pay you double."

Sadness creeps in. I glance at Conan, casually lounging, bare and breathtaking.

But I need the cash.

I almost fell behind last month. Lily had to bail me out.

"Yeah. Give me twenty minutes."

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