Page 80 of Playboy For Hire

Warmth rushed through me. I didn’t deserve Quinn. I wasn’t good enough for him.

I tried to suppress the voice in the back of my mind that pointed out that in all of the compliments Quinn had given me, he hadn’t said I was smart, and that when you thought about it, the things he was saying were things you’d praise a kindergartener for.

I didn’t want to ruin the evening, so I just said, “Stop it, you’re making me blush.”

He smiled wickedly. “There are other things I’d like to make you do tonight.”

“Ooh, a little Dom/sub play?” I laughed. “Not what I was expecting, but sure, I’ll give it a try.”

“No, dummy. I meant making you come.”

“Oh.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Well yeah, that’s okay. But first you. Because I owe you. And I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”

“Big words. Sure you can back them up?” Quinn arched an eyebrow.

“I like this version of you,” I told him. “Confident. Cocky, even. How come you keep him hidden so much?”

“It’s easy to be confident when I’m around you. And when none of my family members are around.”

I laughed. “Ihopenone of your family members are around for this.” I leaned over the side of the bed. “Auntie Thea, are you under there?”

He swatted my arm. “You know what I mean.” Then he bit his lip.

“What?” I asked.

“I was just thinking…”

“Yeah?”

“If you really wanted to give me the best orgasm of my life, how would you feel about having sex?”

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Iregretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Ryder stared at me, his eyes wide, and I knew it was a bad idea. Too gay, too soon.

“Not that we have to,” I said quickly. “I was just joking. Trust me, I’m plenty happy with what we’ve been doing.”

“Were you actually joking, though?”

Ryder took my hand and looked at me intensely. His gray eyes were amazing. So often they were playful, but when he really wanted to hold your attention, they became penetrating, and impossible to look away from.

I swallowed. “No.”

“Good. Because I would love that.”

My eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“And are you okay with top—that is, do you know—” I stammered to a stop, suddenly flustered.

“Do I know what the words top and bottom mean?” He laughed. “I haven’t been living under a rock, Quinn.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I just didn’t know if you would have—” I began, but Ryder shut me up by leaning in and kissing me.

“I’m just kidding,” he said when he pulled away. “But yeah, I know what those words mean.”

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