Page 109 of Dad Next Door

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just like seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Amped up and celebrating our win. And I must have a competence kink because watching you destroy those clues was so hot I spent most of the time making sure I kept my dick angled away from the security cams so they wouldn’t see the giant bulge I was sporting.”

“You weren’t exactly slacking yourself.” I stepped toward him and caged him against the door. “You were cool as a cucumber when that countdown was going off.”

“Cool as a cucumber?” He smirked and loosely gripped my hips. “Is that anything like being the bee’s knees?”

“That’s a different idiom. Although I’d say both apply to you.” Pressing my chest against his, I leaned in and kissed his throat.

“Tris?”

“Yeah?” I kissed right over his pulse point.

“Can you top tonight?”

My mind did something akin to a record scratch.

“You want me to?” I shook off my shock and pulled back so I could look into his eyes.

He nodded, his expression an odd mix of confident and shy with a little apprehension mixed in.

“Yeah. Of course. If you want me to.”

He nodded, swallowing hard.

“Are you nervous?”

He tightened his grip on my hips, something I couldn’t quite read flashing in his eyes. “Not exactly.”

I let him gather his thoughts so he could explain what he meant.

“I’m not scared or nervous, not really. But I’m worried.”

“About what?” I prompted gently when he paused again.

“That I won’t be able to relax. I like when you use your fingers, but the thought of taking anything bigger is freaking me out a bit. I tried when I was solo, and it didn’t matter what I did, it hurt.”

“We don’t have to, not if you’re not ready.”

“I’m ready.” He let his head fall back against the wooden door, frustration creasing his forehead. “I want this, but my stupid brain keeps telling me I’m going to ruin everything because it won’t let me relax.”

“Quinn—”

“I see how much you enjoy it, and I want to experience that too. I want to know how it feels to have you inside me, but I don’t?—”

“Quinn,” I repeated more firmly to break him free from his spiral.

He slid his gaze to mine.

“Do you want this?” I asked softly.

He nodded.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

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