Page 162 of Key of Kink

“One of the residents was having a difficult evening. I played the piano for him.”

“Did it help?”

“Yes, I think so.”

Quinn’s voice warmed. “I wish I could hear you play.”

“You’ve heard me sing.”

“That’s not the same.”

Another quiet pause settled between us.

“What are you wearing?” I asked. Quinn laughed, and I had to smile. “What’s so funny?”

“It sounded a bit cliched. You know, like a line out of a smutty novel, right before the characters get down and dirty with a little phone sex.”

My heartbeat picked up a little speed. “And what’s wrong with that?”

All I could hear was his breathing.

“Quinn?”

“Are you being serious?”

I chuckled. “Not something you’ve ever thought about?”

“Well, sure, I’ve thought about it—I’ve just never done it.”

That hitch in his breathing was delicious.

“And you like the idea.”

“What gave it away?”

“The sounds you’re making. Which is important, because when it comes down to it, phone sex is all about the sounds.”

“Should I grab my dildo?”

I laughed. “Whoa there. Slow down, eager beaver. That’s like me sliding into you without lube. This is a journey, okay? I want to enjoy it, and you should, too.”

“Fine. In answer to your previous question, I’m wearing joggers and a t-shirt.”

“Barefoot?”

“Yes. How did you know that?”

“I’m learning your habits.”

“This isn’t about to be Max’s Guide to Phone Boning, is it?” He laughed. “Oh my God, I’ve just come up with the cheesiest lines ever.”

“Don’t keep them to yourself.” I was starting to enjoy myself.

“Well, I was thinking of… ‘I’ve been so bad, Daddy. How do you plan to punish me?’”

I snorted. “Yup, that’s cheesy.”

“Oh, I can do better. ‘I think I deserve a spanking as punishment for what I did yesterday.’”