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“You’re missing out, bro,” Nate says. “She’ll be putty in your hands if you kiss her right.”
Maybe that’s what I’m missing to get her to orgasm. I’m most certainly not telling them about that little issue, which I’m determined to solve. “I guess you’re right. Thanks for the advice. Now, let me get back to my four billion emails.”
They both get up to leave. Roman pauses at the door. “Thanks for opening up to us, man. I don’t know what happened to you, but it seems like loooove is the culprit.” He exits with a chuckle, that vexatious toothpick between his lips.
Nate claps me on the shoulder. “Seriously, you’re different, and I’m definitely here for it.”
“Thanks,” I say with a rare smile.
After they leave, I stare at the computer, feeling a weird swirling in my chest. Had I just opened up and been that vulnerable in front of them? I guess I had. And there’s no other man, except maybe my dad, I’d ever open up to like that.
Whew. I’m going to need a nap after unloading all of those feelings.
***
I emerge from the water and gasp as my head hits the surface. Damn, this water is cold! Once my three minutes are up, I get out of the pool and wrap in a towel from the warming cabinet. It’s like a warm hug after a bad day. I head into the house, closing the sliding glass door behind me.
Meow.
I chuckle and look down. “Hi, Kitty. Where you been?”
Meow.
I glance over to see she has food and water. Her litterbox is clean. Her toys are strewn all over. When I got back from Dallas, she hid from me for a whole day. I think she was mad at me for leaving her in the care of my housekeeper. Now that it’s been a few days, she’s being her friendly self. She rubs herself on my legs as I stand there, then she quickly regrets it, as my legs aren’t really dry and now she’s wet. She lets out another meow and looks up, blinking green eyes at me. I bend down and pick her up. She stiffens her legs against me like she does when she doesn’t want to be handled, and lets out a long, annoyed meow.
I drop her to the floor and chuckle. “Not in the mood for me today, huh?”
Meow. She walks off with her tail in the air, essentially dismissing me, and climbs up her scratch post, perching herself at the top like the princess she is, so she can watch over the backyard through the window.
I laugh again as I trudge to my bathroom. I start the shower, little more than lukewarm, and discard the towel onto the floor. I step in under the water and start soaping up my loofah.
In a test to see if Gail would be a good day manager, I told Quinn to call her and ask her to come in Friday, which is today, and cover. She’d done a great job last Friday when we were at the conference. So of course, Gail immediately agreed to cover today as well, and said she’d work her night shift as well. Technically, Quinn has an appointment with Dr. Ito today, so it worked out, and after that, we’re going to spend the day together. Tricia, Nathan, and Roman were all shocked when I told them I was taking a personal day. It had damn near taken the whole week to clean out those emails, check over the monthly reports, and schedule an appointment for a grain supplier to come and talk to us about us taking over their company—that was set for next week.
Once I’m clean, I get out and check my phone. Nothing urgent, thankfully. I pull up the photos Quinn sent me. Not photogenic, my ass. I’d almost lost my load when I saw the pictures. In a few she’s in lingerie, in others, she’s naked, but the photos are understated in a sexy way. Hiding a little bit here and there, leaving something to the imagination. Those are my favorite. I quickly dress in a T-shirt and jeans, spray on some cologne, put on my watch, and say goodbye to Kitty before I head to the garage to get the BMW and pick up my girl for her appointment.
I pull up to her house and ring the doorbell. She answers in jean shorts and a fitted black and gray Rush T-shirt ripped down the front to show a little cleavage. She wears comfortable shoes, and the sling is around her arm.
“Hello,” I say. “You look beautiful.”
Quinn looks down at herself. “In this? Okay.” She laughs.
I tip her chin up with my fingers to look at me. “Remember what I said? I compliment you. You say thank you. Or whatever. Just know that I would never lie to you. Ever. I say what I mean and I mean what I say.”
With large hazel eyes, she nods. “Okay, Linc.”
My stomach churns with nerves, and since this is the first time I’ve seen her in almost a week, without overthinking it, I lean down, grasp her around the waist, using my other hand to cup her jaw. She stares up at me expectantly, and when my lips press to hers, her eyes flutter shut and she responds to me immediately, leaning in to my touch as our mouths move together. Sadly, it’s been so long since I’ve kissed a woman passionately, I have to remember what I’m doing.
Oh, tongue!
I slide my tongue out and she parts the seam of her lips to allow me access. Slowly, her tongue glides in to mingle with mine, gently and softly brushing and writhing together in a sensual dance that isn’t sex but it’s sexual. My heartrate quickens, and those nerves in my stomach ramp up. Yep, this is personal. This is intimate. It feels more intimate than sex, and this confirms why I don’t kiss during casual sex.
But Quinn makes me want to kiss. I’m afraid from here on out, I may not be able to keep my mouth off her in public. Or in private. Or ever.
I, of course, now have a tent in my pants and want to push her inside and take her ten different ways. But I can’t. She has an appointment soon, and there’s plenty of time for that kind of fun later.
Breaking the kiss, I look down at her, my hand still on her cheek, my thumb caressing it.
“That was… that was… I can’t believe you kissed me! I was more surprised than a deer during huntin’ season!”
