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“Of course not.”
We stay quiet for the rest of the show. I expect it to be awkward, but once again, I’m wrong. I relax completely into Quinn’s embrace as we watch reds, whites, and blues splash across the sky. The music is playing in the background, the night filled with loud splashes, excited shrieks, and laughter.
As soon as the show’s over, a few of the guys jump into the pool, but we don’t move a muscle; we just stay like we are, wrapped in our little bubble. I start to doze off when Kiara joins us.
“I have to go,” she says, taking the lounge chair next to mine. Kiara tugs her dress from the bag where she tossed it earlier and pulled it over her head. “I have an early morning, and if I oversleep, my boss will kill me.”
I start to get up. “Sure thi?”
Kiara shakes her head. “You don’t have to go.”
“What? But you drove here. How am I…”
Kiara’s gaze darts to Quinn sitting behind me, a smirk curling her lips. “Quinn could take you.”
I shake my head. “No, we can…”
Fingers curl around my wrist, and I’m pulled back into a hard chest. “I can take you. We live in the same building after all.”
“See?” Kiara gives me a sly smile. “That way, I won’t feel guilty for making you leave early.”
“Maybe I’m sleepy?”
“Oh, please. You seem like you’re just fine where you are.” She stands up and throws her bag over her shoulder. “See you on Friday? I’ll text you the details.”
“Sure thing.”
Kiara points her fingers at her eyes before shifting them at Quinn in a warning. “You make sure to get our girl home safe, you hear me, Boy Toy?”
“Of course.”
I shake my head at Kiara as she waves, turns on the balls of her feet, and leaves.
“As if I can’t get myself home safely,” I huff, puffing away a runaway curl that escaped my bun and fell in my face.
“Why would you need to get home safely by yourself when you have a tall, beefy guy to walk you home?”
“Beefy?” I turn around, sliding one leg over his lap and straddling him so we’re face to face.
“You wanna say I’m not?”
I slide my fingers over the line of his shoulder, then move them lower, feeling the strength beneath the skin. Although it’s late and not nearly as hot as it was earlier, Quinn has yet to put his shirt on. Not that you’ll hear me complain about it.
“Not beefy, more like lean.”
“Lean?” Quinn’s hands slide to my hips, pulling me closer.
“Yeah, tall and lean with just enough muscle.”
“I guess I can live with that,” Quinn chuckles. “You just want me for my body, admit it.”
“Well, you won’t hear me complain about it.”
“I didn’t think so.”
Quinn pulls me closer. I suck in a sharp breath as my hips roll over his lap. I brace my palms against his shoulders; our faces are so close, mouths almost brushing.
I can feel the firm line of his hard dick pressing into me. Heat pools in my belly, making my muscles quake.
