Page 94 of Quinton's Quest

“Yep.”

“So, uh—” He cleared his throat. “How big is the toy?”

“Not as big as you.”

He coughed. “Jesus.”

“Keeping it real. You’re…a decent size.”

“Thank you. I think.”

“Oh, that’s a huge compliment.”

“And you’d be willing to—”

“Already reaching into my nightstand for the dildo and lube.”

“Ah.”

“Getting hard yet?”

“Well—” Again, he cleared his throat. “I’m going to lock my door. The kids can knock. Remind me to unlock it?”

“Yep.” Since I slept naked, I didn’t need to undress. “You’ll need to pull your pants down.”

“Uh, why?”

“Because I’m going to make you come. Hard.”

“Oh really?” A note of skepticism.

“Yep. But here’s the deal—the one who comes first has to give the first blow job when we’re back together.”

He snorted. “That’s hardly a bet I’d mind losing.” He lowered his voice. “I love giving you head.”

Damn. “What do you propose?”

“First one to come has to buy morning coffee for a week.”

This wasn’t a hardship—but it implied we’d see each other every morning next week while we worked. A bit risky…but totally worth it. “Deal.” I grinned. “I’m coating my fingers with lube so I can work myself open.”

His breath came harsh. “Yeah.”

“And you’re grasping your cock.”

“To try to keep myself from coming?”

“Oh, no. You have to stroke yourself. You should grab lube as well. Unless you want a bit of discomfort.”

“Never hurt me before. But I’ll grab some lube.”

I grinned to myself.He’s never had phone sex before.Well, I might’ve been wrong. Except I was certain I wasn’t. I circled my hole with my lubed fingers.

“Okay, I’m back. I’m spreading some lube on my cock. I’ve also turned the volume down on my phone because you can be fucking loud when I’m fucking you.”

“Oh my God, you did not just say that.” Despite my words, though, happy heat suffused me. We’d connected on so many levels—and that was just another one.

“I did, it’s true, and what are you doing?”