Page 153 of Brutal Vows
“I can tell by your tone that idea doesn’t please you.”
“It doesn’t. He’d leave the house with an imprint of my fist on his face.”
I sigh. “Anyway. After the massage, I’d have a lovely long hot shower.”
“Alone?”
“Will you shut up?”
A grumble of displeasure is my answer.
“Then I’d get dressed in something that made me look ten pounds thinner.”
“You think you’re overweight? That’s daft!”
“For fuck’s sake. This is going to take forever.”
“Sorry. Go ahead. My lips are sealed.”
“Ha! As if that would ever happen.”
Stifling laughter, he squeezes me and nuzzles my neck.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I’d get dressed. Then I’d…”
I have to stop. The image that presented itself to me is so unexpected, it’s shocking.
Inconveniently being a man with finely tuned antennae, Quinn senses the change in me. He lifts his head and stares at my profile.
“Then you’d what?”
My heart pounds. It’s hard to catch my breath. Staring up at the ceiling, I say in disbelief, “Then I’d wake up the kids and get them ready for school.”
Every ounce of relaxation flees from his body so fast, it’s as if he’s been replaced by a robot.
A scorching hot sex robot with burning eyes and a dick of steel.
“Don’t say anything, Quinn. Please. I don’t think I can handle whatever’s about to come out of your mouth.”
He stares at my profile with the heated intensity of a thousand suns.
Suns that are melting my ovaries to the consistency of warmed butter.
I close my eyes to try to hide from him.
He demands, “You want children?”
Oh fuck. Here we go. Why didn’t I just keep my damn mouth shut?
“I never really thought about it.”
“Until now,” he says instantly, his body as taut as a live wire beside mine.
“Not exactly. Not before—”
He barks, “What?”
I open my eyes and glare at him. “Dial it down! This isn’t an interrogation!”
