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I drop my head and rear back into him more firmly, begging for more. “I love it. Harder-OH!”

When we’ve collapsed on the bed together afterwards, breathless and chuckling over our vigorous session, he hurriedly fumbles to remove the condom, tossing it aside and tugging me closer.

“Did you just throw that on myfloor?”

“Sorry. You wore me out, woman. I’ll take care of it in a minute.”

“You don’t sound sorry, mister.”

He has the audacity to laugh but I’m not mad. When he’s holding me like this, I can’t say I care about the mess. He’s warm and relaxed and he’s… is he smelling my hair?

“I can’t help it. I like your hair.”

I grin in the darkened room, letting my fingers caress his muscled forearms. “I like your hair, too. And your arms. And your cock.”

He nips at the side of my neck. “Is that all you like about me?”

“Oh no. I could make a list. It might take half a page at least,” I tease.

He snorts. “I could fill an entire catalog with the things I like about you.”

Oh. Doesn’t he know I’ll take things like that to heart?Don’t think, enjoy. “Well, I successfully took your mind off work tonight so that should be on your list of things you like about me.”

“Damn right, it is.” But he sighs and rubs a hand over his face.

“I shouldn’t have brought the ‘W’ word back up, huh?”

“No, it’s fine. Just my father driving me crazy. He doesn’t act like a man getting ready to retire, you know? He acts like we’re on the verge of bankruptcy and he’s got two months to save the company. You’d think I’m some inept intern he’s taken on as a favor to his golfing buddy instead of his son who’s been working there for fifteen years, before I even finished my MBA.”

“It’s not fair of him. But maybe it’s because he doesn’t know how to face retirement. I’ve heard that can be really hard for people his age, especially ones who’ve been used to calling all the shots. Maybe pretending you need him there helps him avoid taking the next step on his own life’s journey.”

“I… you may have a good point. How many psych courses did you take in college?”

I laugh. “Not many. But I’ve been on the therapy couch several times over the past eight years. I can’t say it’s fixed everything but I’ve picked up some coping skills and other things.”

He hugs me closer. “Are you still going?”

“Not lately. Some of the medications they’d put me on in the past made me feel worse rather than better.”

“Are the meds why you don’t take birth control?”

“Sort of. I used to take it but my last therapist suggested it might impact my mood. I’m not sure he was right but I didn’t have much need for it then. Maybe I could try it again though.”

He nuzzles at my neck. “Only if you want to, of course, but I’ll admit the thoughts of not using a condom with you makes me-”

“You were already getting hard again.”

“You’re still wearing nothing but knee socks and a thong, Quinn. That’s like sexy kryptonite. I can’t resist.”

I give him a playful shove but being irresistible was my goal. We start kissing and it doesn’t take much until he’s fully hard again and I’m game for another round, albeit a slower one this time.

When he goes to grab a fresh condom from my ensuite, I shift my hips and… huh. I feel wet down there, wetter than expected. I sit up, trying to determine why.

But then, Theo’s back and kissing me, distracting me from worrying any more about it.

26- Quinn

Large crowds are not my thing. The awards banquet reiterated that fact for me. So, a bustling shopping mall in December is definitelynotthe place for me.

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