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“You’re trying to get me hard again, aren’t you?” He pecked a kiss against my lips, then stepped back and shot me one of those smirk-smiles that would get my dick hard if it wasn’t down for the night.

“I’m not not trying.” I held out my hand for the retinol. “Facial?”

He slapped the bottle into my hand. “Now, let’s see if getting my skincare done is as much of a kink as doing yours was.”

“And if it is?” I unscrewed the dropper and squeezed the excess into the bottle.

“Then I’m going to take some dick pics, post them, then go to bed and cuddle the fuck out of you.”

“Sounds like a plan. Only I think we need to add a blow job in there.” Mimicking his earlier method, I applied a few drops to his skin.

“You want a blow job?” He quirked one eyebrow suggestively. “I’m always down for that.”

“Nope, not me. I didn’t get a chance to play earlier.” I handed him the closed bottle. “I want a turn to make your eyes roll back in your head.”

“I have no idea if it’s the skincare or the talking,” he said as I smoothed the retinol over his skin. “But both are getting added to my kink list.”

“I have a feeling we’ll be adding lots of things to our lists.”

“I have a feeling you’re correct, Doc.” He handed me the cream. “I see a lot of experimenting in our future. All for science, of course.”

“Of course,” I said solemnly. “I am, after all, a scientist.”

We locked eyes, but a moment later, we both burst into laughter.

One thing about being with Quinn I’d never get enough of was how we could flip between serious and silly in the same conversation. How we could laugh and joke around during sex or intimate moments.

He wasn’t just my best friend. He was the man I was falling for.

The man I could love if I let myself take that final step.

20

QUINN

Shoving one hand in my pocket, I pressed the doorbell of my parents’ house with the other. Loud barks rang out over the chime of the bell.

“Thanks, Sadie. The whole neighborhood knows someone’s at the door.” My stepdad’s muffled voice filtered through the door.

Chuckling, I waited as he opened it.

“Quinn.” He smiled, reaching down with one hand to pet Sadie’s head as she stood next to him, her entire body swaying as she wagged her tail in greeting. “Did we know you were coming by?”

“Hi, Pops. Hey, Sadie. I was in the area and figured I’d take a chance and stop by. Is this a bad time?”

“Never.” He stepped back so I could come in, only Sadie took the opening as an invitation to do her happy doggy dance in the doorway, effectively blocking me from entering the house.

“Sadie, heel.”

She stopped dancing and looked back at my stepdad.

“Those don’t work on me.” He gave her a stern look. “Heel.”

She made a huffing sound and trudged into the house.

I slipped inside and closed the door, already crouching to give Sadie a proper greeting when it clicked closed.

“Sweetheart, Quinn’s here,” Pops shouted into the house. “Do you want a cup of tea? We just put the kettle on,” he said in a normal voice.

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