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When she comes out, she opens the door tentatively. “Are we doing this?”
“Doing what?” I ask. My dick responds with a quick throb, because obviously my mind goes straight to sex.
“Bed sharing. Me and you. I’ve never done that before, you know. I might kick or something. And I told you about the talking.” A little divot forms between her brows.
I shrug. “And I told you about the gag.”
As she’s talking to me, she’s walking across the room and faking a yawn. “I’m very tired, you know.”
“Then go to sleep,” I say with a shrug, as if the memory of her telling me she likes to fuck on her hands and knees isn’t playing through my head in vivid color right now.
I watch her lay her body down on the bed, but not under the covers. I ignore the raging hard on she gives me and pretend to doze off myself.
The sheets rustle as she moves a little closer to me. Her breathing is soft and even, her chest rising and falling against my arm with each breath that she takes.
I open one eye.
Quinn stares at me in the darkened room.
“I thought you were tired.”
“I’m exhausted but a little buzzed. I got—I’m just not used to this.”
Ahh. I bet she’s scared of being spanked and fucked. I wonder how much courage it took for her to admit she was scared.
If she only knew the half of it…
“Get some sleep for now.”
I want to do so many things to her, but I won’t let myself do anything. Not yet. Quinn doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t know what I’ve done.
When she finds out… if she does… she might do what she hinted at and find a way to disappear.
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CHAPTERTEN
“SNOOPING”
Quinn
I’m prettyconfident Adriano can sleep anywhere, at any time.
I wonder how he got good at that.
I bet he wakes up at the drop of a hat, though.
I’m not what you’d call a good sleeper. I’m not an insomniac; I do sleep, but sporadically and lightly. And since I fell asleep on the car ride home, I’m currently energized and fully awake. I stare at my now-husband — a word I’m getting a bit more accustomed to — and wish I could conk out like that.
If I had my phone, I’d mindlessly scroll online until my eyes got droopy. My attention span flits from one thing to the next so quickly it’s hard to focus on things like books or even shows. But I have neither.
God, there must besomethingaround here to occupy myself.
I get out of bed and look back at Adriano. His arm is thrown over his face and he’s lightly snoring. I actually think he’s kind of adorable like this, if I’m honest, though wild horses wouldn’t get that from me if he was awake.
He is, though.
Tonight, I got the barest hint of what he feels like. What he smells like. What it felt like to have his mouth up to my ear.
