Page 76 of Quinton's Quest

“I’m always up for manhandling you.” He chuckled as his breath ghosted across the back of my neck.

“What do you have in mind?” Because I had absolutely no doubt Quinton had come here with a plan.

“You. Me. Your bed.” He nipped at my neck. “Preferably you fucking me. But I’ll take whatever I can get.”

My cock, previously half-hard, pressed tightly against the fabric of my khaki pants. “Do you need to shower?”

“Nope. Did that at work.”

“Anticipating running into me?” Because the timing had been curious.

“Not really. Although when I saw you striding past the Starbucks, where I was in line to get a tea, I abandoned all thoughts of health and followed you. Only semi-stalkerish.”

I wasn’t going to bring up the reason he’d confronted me. That could wait.Or you might never address it at all. That works for me.Yeah, it did.

“My bed is untested.”

He stilled.

“I’ve never asked someone home with me. And, as you know, Gideon was my one and only.”

“Our night in the hotel…?”

“Getting back in the saddle—so to speak.”

“And what a glorious saddle ride that was.” He blew a warm breath that skittered up my neck to my earlobe—a particularly sensitive place for me.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah. That sounds about right. You have condoms and lube?”

I cleared my throat. “After the last time—relying on you to take care of things—I decided I wasn’t going to be unprepared again. They’re in a locked filing cabinet in my cupboard.”

He chuckled. “That’s not weird at all.”

“I only have three bedrooms and no space for a den. I use the kitchen table as my desk when I need one. So yeah, important papers, condoms, and lube are under lock and key. Both my kidsare way too smart for their own good.” Well, Melodie especially. But Trevor’s curiosity could get him into trouble sometimes. Together, they were a formidable duo.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed.

I yanked it out.

And found a picture of Archer with the kids on Melodie’s bed as he read them a bedtime story.

My breath caught.

“He’s really good with them.” Quinton. Peering over my arm.

“Yeah.” I swallowed. “I couldn’t ask for a better…whatever. I guess eventually he’ll be their stepfather.”

“He’ll never replace you.”

“Yeah, but he sees them more than I do. I should—” I swallowed again. “Maybe work less?”

“Melodie’s in school, right? And Trevor will be soon?”

“Yeah.”

“So Gideon gets them evenings and one weekend a month. You get them all weekend.”