Page 57 of Psychopath

“Come here, Quinn,” Zane said, beckoning him closer.

“What?”

Zane wet his lips. “Come. Here.”

There was hunger in his gaze. Heat burst in Quinn’s pores, not from embarrassment but from arousal. The sensation rushed through his body, and he began to harden in his boxers.

“Fucking hell, get your arse over here, Quinn. We’ve still got ten minutes.”

“I can’t."

"Think what we could do it ten minutes."

"I can't believe you right now,” Quinn said through his teeth, but he rose to his feet, hands braced on the desk.

"Come on Quinn, you've got an itch you want scratching and I'm begging to scratch it."

There was a moment where Quinn almost gave in. He almost stepped over to Zane.

But then he remembered himself, and he bolted from the room. He rushed down the corridor, and the officer at the gate immediately allowed him through.

He locked it behind Quinn just as Zane caught up.

“I’m sorry,” Zane said. He clutched the bars. “It was just a joke.”

“A joke?”

“No, not a joke,” Zane squeezed his eyes shut. “I pushed it; I know I did. I’m sorry, I just…” He pressed his forehead to the gate. “Fuck. I don't know okay? I want to get my head around this too.”

There were bars between them, but Quinn still took a step back from Zane.

"Around what?" Quinn whispered.

“You all right?”

Quinn jolted at Cleo’s voice and turned to her. She wasn’t alone. Mackie was next to her, eyeing Quinn with concern.

“I’m fine. What…what are you doing?”

“Mackie had a meeting with his lawyer. He’s on the way back to the wing. What happened?” Cleo asked, darting looks between Quinn and Zane at the gate.

“Nothing.”

“Something clearly has,” Cleo said, narrowing her eyes. “Did Zane—”

“I didn’t feel well,” Quinn said. “I thought I was going to be sick.”

“You do look pale, Doctor Quinn.” Mackie said. “I hope you’re better by Monday.”

“I’m sure I will be,” Quinn promised. He rushed away, not looking back.

He heard the clunk of the gate opening for Cleo and Mackie.

It wasn’t Zane propositioning him that had him running scared; it was because for a moment, no matter how fleeting, he’d been tempted.

9

Quinn had hoped Cleo would’ve forgotten about his mad dash from the prison over the weekend, but she waited for him at the first gate, face serious and arms crossed.

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