Page 92 of Dust to Dust

“Quinn!” I shrieked as I clawed at his scalp. I was probably hurting him, but at that moment, I selfishly only cared about my pleasure.

The second orgasm I’d ever been given by a man was life-altering. I’d been amazed by the first, but this put that one to shame. Fuck. What would it be like when his cock was buried inside me, not his tongue?

When my walls finally stopped clenching, my eyes fluttered open. I stared down at Quinn who was still between my legs and was smiling up at me. “Thank you,” I rasped.

He chuckled. “You’re very welcome.”

With a wince, I extricated my fingers from his hair. “Did I hurt you?”

“In the best fucking way.”

Quinn then rose to his feet. He reached behind me to grab a handful of paper towels. After wetting one of them, he cleaned my center along with my inner thighs. Then he dried my wet flesh. “You do aftercare well,” I remarked.

Quinn snorted. “I can’t believe you even know what that is.”

“I’ve read about it in a few books.”

“I should’ve known none of the pussies you fucked would’ve done it to you.”

I laughed. “Very true.”

Twisting around, I grabbed a few paper towels of my own. “Bend down,” I ordered.

Quinn did as I obliged. With his face inches from mine, I began to clean myself off of his face. Considering he still had people to speak with, I also grabbed some of the scented lotion off the tray with soaps.

His brows creased at the sight of the bottle. “What the feck are you going to do with that?”

“We can’t have you going out there smelling like me. It’s already going to be suspicious with how long we’ve been gone.”

I rubbed some of the citrus-smelling lotion on Quinn’s cheeks. “I’d rather smell like you.”

A flush entered my cheeks. “You are such a caveman.”

When I finished, Quinn reached for my waist and eased me down onto the ground. After checking my appearance in the mirror, I felt I looked mildly flushed, but not thoroughly fucked. Quinn unlocked the bathroom door and held out his hand to me.

As we started back in the dining room, I expected every face to turn towards us. Thankfully, everyone was too self-absorbed to realize we’d been gone, least of all to speculate what we had been doing. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised since it seemed like typical rich people behavior.

Quinn pulled out my chair. Once I sat down, he turned to the prick. “It’s good to see you again, Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel had the audacity to smile at Quinn. “Same to you.”

As Quinn’s expression turned menacing, the smile began to slip from Nathaniel’s face. “If you ever dare to condescend to my girlfriend again, I’ll knock the self-righteous smirk right off your lips.” Tilting his head, Quinn asked, “Understood?”

Nathaniel shrunk down in his seat. “Understood,” he replied.

“You’ll do good to remember Isla is an intelligent woman who rightfully earned her spot at MIT.”

“Of course.”

After giving him a tight smile, Quinn leaned over and kissed my cheek. Then he nonchalantly retook his own seat just in time for the last course to be served.

I fought to keep the grin off my lips as I placed my napkin in my lap. To my surprise, Nathaniel said, “So you’re in graduate school?”

“I am.”

“What is your focus within microbiology?”

Although I could’ve been a major bitch and ignored him, I continued the conversation. From time to time, I’d feel Quinn’s hot gaze on mine. Each time I turned to look at him, he merely nodded his head at me.

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