Page 6 of Steamy Diamond
Now he wondered if maybe it was the photo. Did the photo end up on the top of everything else because she had put it there? He could feel his pants tighten at the thought of her being inspired by that photo. At least someone appreciated it, and even better that it was the gorgeous woman with the beer in his ex-girlfriend's apartment.
He needed to get a grip and not on his cock. That's not what happened. It probably just ended up on top by accident or was shaken around when he was walking home with this stupid box that needed to be sorted and trashed.
If he could stay focused, he could get this over with soon. Maybe the reminders of his ex-girlfriend would also ease the raging hard on in his pants.
So he set the photo aside and started pulling other things out. A ticket stub for that band Jaclyn loved. They turned out tobe awful live, but she couldn't stop raving about it. The keychain he got her from the Blake Bettinger Keychain Night. Why did she keep a keychain honoring his teammate but couldn't come to Quinn Thatcher Bobblehead Night? Whatever. He was going to hold on to the keychain anyway so he could tease Blake with it some more.
Photos of them that Jaclyn actually liked from that fancy dinner he took her to one night and the time they got drinks at The Monarch Club for their anniversary.
A Polaroid of some guy he had never seen before. Maybe Jaclyn's husband? Another photo of that dumb guy, a picture of leaves changing color in the autumn with a waterfall, Ella skinny dipping in a lake, a picture of --
Wait, what?
Quinn pulled the photo off of the discard pile he had carelessly tossed it on. It was a Polaroid of Ella in what looked like a lake, the sun setting behind her, a wanting look on her face, the water skimming the top of her breasts.
She looked stunning.
There were so many questions he wanted to ask her. Was the dumb guy in the photos her ex? Maybe that's why she had tossed her photos in Quinn's box. And where was it taken? Who took it?
What did she look like under the surface of the water?
Quinn closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath. That hard on he had was raging even more now. He knew that she had seen him naked and that photo of him on the top of the box was because of her. He knew she saw it. He wondered if it had inspired her. If it turned her on in the same way the photo of her was making him so hot right now.
It already seemed that Quinn had an effect on her with his photo. He shouldn't feel guilty about using her photo in the same thing.
Quinn put the beer bottle down and quickly unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from its confines. It felt so good to wrap his hand around it and let himself go with thoughts of her pushing him on. His free hand grabbed Ella's photo from the table and he stared at it as his hand sped up. Her eyes seemed open and enticing, urging him on, wanting to satisfy him.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he murmured between his clenched teeth.
He closed his eyes while his hand sped up, but he could still see Ella's photo in his mind. He wondered how soft that bit of skin above the water would feel like under his touch, how she would moan as his hand dipped beneath the surface to touch her body under the water.
This wasn't going to take long. Her photo was too beautiful, his cock was too hard, and he just needed a little bit more until he sent himself over the edge of ecstasy at his kitchen table.
Fuck, that felt so good.
Quinn sat there quietly with his heart beating loudly in his ears, his breath only starting to slow down from what he did.
He finally opened his eyes to see his shirt was a mess but at least that looked like all he really had to clean up. He got up and pulled off his shirt, tossing it in the hamper in his bathroom before washing his hands. His reflection in the mirror was a mess. Hair disheveled, pupils still dilated, his belt buckle hanging loose. If this is what Ella did to him with just a photo, what could she do to him in person?
Quinn headed back to the kitchen, the contents of the box still spread out over the table with Ella's photo right on top. He understood now why that photo of him was the first one in the box after it had been in Ella's possession. Tit for tat, although he would've liked a little more of that first one when it came to Ella.
The lid was still on the floor and Quinn picked it up so he could toss some things back in while making sure Ella's picture stayed on top.
He would have to go back to her apartment and see her again so he could return those photos to her. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do even though he had been very ungentlemanly with that Polaroid of her.
Chapter Five
Ella was miserable.
Two weeks ago, a gorgeous man grabbed a box from her apartment that, to be fair, belonged to him, and then he just walked away. She had been kicking herself ever since.
She should've asked him to share your fried rice with you. She still had more beer in your fridge for him.
She was still in a fucking dry spell!
That last one? She really remembered that last one. But when Quinn stood there with that shoebox in her apartment, she didn't feel like pushing him for his phone number or asking what his relationship status was now. Maybe she felt sorry for him and the bad memories that his return to that apartment brought up for him.
Ella also had to accept that maybe she didn't know him as well as she thought she did. There was the photo of him, of course, that definitely taught her some things about him.
