Page 79 of Playboy For Hire

Quinn nodded slowly, then folded his napkin and stood up. “Thank you for the meal, Mr. and Mrs. Olson. It was lovely to meet you.”

“Come on,” I said, already heading for the door. “Let’s go.”

We were still kissing when we bumped up against the front door of my house.

We’d kissed while waiting for the metro, kissed on the train, kissed some more while waiting at red lights as we walked to my house.

“Here, let me.”

I broke away from Quinn’s lips long enough to fumble my keys into the lock. I turned back and caught his lips again as I twisted the knob, the two of us stumbling through the door and into the living room. I pushed Quinn back against the wall and kissedhim deeply, then slid my mouth down to seek the skin just below his jaw.

Behind us, someone cleared their throat, and I jumped, turning to see Amir and Raf sitting on the couch.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Amir said.

“Oh, God.” Quinn flushed. “Sorry. We didn’t see you.”

“Good night,” I called, not worried about being rude. I took Quinn’s hand and dragged him up the stairs. Behind us, my friends erupted into laughter. I pushed Quinn into my room, then slammed the door behind us, too turned on to be embarrassed.

We kissed against the door as I removed piece after piece of Quinn’s carefully chosen clothing, and my own. He laughed when I got to work on his shirt, meticulously undoing the buttons one by one.

“I’m surprised you didn’t just rip it off me,” he said.

I looked at him in mock horror, but it was at least fifty percent real. “It’s a nice shirt. I would never do that.”

Once I’d gotten both of us undressed, I pulled him towards the bed and laid him down on his back, straddling him.

“I am going to give you the best blow job of your life,” I told him.

“What? Why?”

“For sticking up for me back there. You were amazing.”

“I was just saying what was true. I can’t believe your parents don’t see how great you are.”

I snorted. “You can stop the act now. They’re not around to listen.”

“I mean it.” Quinn pushed up onto his elbows. “I meant everything I said to them. You are incredibly sweet, and kind, and I really do consider myself lucky to have you as a friend.” He laughed shyly. “Also, not to bring up a sore spot, but you didliterallycharm the pants off of me tonight.”

I barked a laugh. “Okay, fair point. But I’m still sorry for putting you through all that. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that they’d be such assholes to you. They were terrible. You shouldn’t have been so nice to them.”

“It’s okay. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“No, I shouldn’t,” Quinn agreed. “But getting angry in front of them wasn’t going to help.”

“You weren’t getting angry, though. I was.”

“I know. But that’s the thing about stereotypes. People see what they expect to see. If I had reacted negatively to your parents, at the end of the night, they would have remembered me as the angry Black man.”

“I’m pretty sure my parents will have no trouble remembering thatIwas the one who lost my temper tonight, seeing as that’s one more way I’ve failed them.”

“Okay, well maybe they would remember both of us being angry. But I don’t want your parents to see me that way.”

“I just don’t want you to have to put up with bullshit because it’s easier than making a scene.”

Quinn smiled. “See? This is what I mean. You’re caring, and considerate, and they’re idiots if they’re not proud of you.”

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