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just thought- that you- that we- might enjoy it.”

Dallas slowly slid her hand away. “Yes. I want to try.

Anything with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Quinn shut off the shower. She pushed the door open and

stepped out, but didn’t bother with a towel. Dallas followed

her out of the bathroom

, soaking wet, her skin and her body on

fire. She didn’t need a towel either. It would feel like torture

on her sensitive skin.

Quinn stopped in her room, which was beautifully

decorated with antique furniture and a queen bed with an

upholstered grey headboard and footboard. Dallas didn’t stop

to take in any of the other details, because Quinn slid open the

nightstand beside the bed and produced an elongated,

cylindrical shaped pink toy with a knob on one end. She held it

in her hand questioningly, and Dallas felt her mouth go totally

dry.

“Are you still sure? We could do something else. Save this

for another time. I wasn’t even going to ask you, except that I

thought that you might enjoy it. Or I might. Or- or both of us

might.”

“I’m still sure.”

Quinn sighed in relief. Dallas wasn’t sure if Quinn had

been afraid to ask her or if she was just nervous or

embarrassed. She looked more confident now. She held the toy

in one hand and spread out on the bed, still soaking wet.

“Come here,” she begged.

Dallas had to obey. Her body always had been Quinn’s to