Page 113 of Something like Love

His strange behavior fascinates me, so I won’t quit until he tells me what he’s doing.

Listening closely, I hear him reciting his…times tables?

“Quinn, are you doing math?”

Abruptly stopping, he opens his eyes and turns his head toward me. “Yes, I’m doing math.”

“Um, why?”

“Because it reminds me of my fifth-grade math teacher, and I have to think of the most unattractive thing possible to make this raging hard-on go away. It’s worked in the past,” he confesses but quickly closes his eyes when realizing what he’s just said.

“You’ve done this before?” I gasp incredulously.

“Red, just—” But as he opens his eyes, he sees I won’t stop until I know the full story.

“Yes.” He sighs, playfully narrowing his eyes at me. “There were times when all I would do is fucking count.”

I can’t help the laugh that rips from my throat because although I shouldn’t be laughing, this is kinda funny. And if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry, and I’ve done enough of that.

“Why didn’t you just…” I gesture a backward forward motion with my hand as I cluck my tongue twice.

Quinn groans, reading my hand charades perfectly. “Can we please stop talking about this? This conversation is really not helping the situation at hand.”

“I could always lend a hand.”

“It’s not your hand I want,” he boldly confesses, staring at my mouth.

My skin instantly prickles with his lewd suggestion because goddamn, I want that, too.

“I would be more than willing to do whatever I can to help you out because, I mean, times tables? Quinn, that’s kinda lame.”

“It’s the only thing that kept me from…what are you doing?” he quickly says, not finishing his initial sentence as he watches me sit up and reach for the hem of my tank.

“It’s the only thing that kept you from what?” I ask, slowly drawing the tank up my body and eventually slipping it off, so I’m sitting in nothing but my black underwear.

Quinn’s eyes focus in on my nipples, and his heated stare has my entire body humming in need.

“I’m sorry, were we talking?” he huskily replies, attempting to sit up, but I place my palm on his chest and push him back down.

His eyes widen in shock, and quite frankly, so do mine as a surge of confidence overtakes me, and I slowly straddle his body.

He stares up at me, a cocky smile tugging at his full, sinful lips, and I barely suppress a groan as I feel his arousal press against my core.

“We can’t. I still don’t have any protection,” he says with a hiss as I reach my hand between us and begin palming his erection through his boxers.

“This is me not caring,” I defiantly reply, speeding up my movement.

“Two times two is four,” he moans as I slip my hand underneath the waistband of his boxers and grip his shaft. “Two times, oh shit, fuck…”

I watch in hunger as his mouth parts in desire.

I quite enjoy being in control, so without breaking contact, I carefully lift my hips and wiggle out of my underwear so I’m naked.

Before Quinn can question what I’m doing, I yank down his boxers and rub myself against his hard cock.

We both moan because it feels so fucking good, and after tonight, we both need to feel good.

“Red, stop, I’ll hurt you,” Quinn barely chokes out as I begin lowering myself onto him.

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