She wanted more than this…
But sometimes in dreams, as in life, you had to settle for what you had, Magenta concluded as Quinn led her by the hand through the press of people. The promise implicit in his grip had quickly reduced her to liquid fire, and she could only be relieved that no one turned to look at them, though the party had reached that stage where they could have walked through it naked and no one would have noticed.
‘It’s a huge success,’ Quinn observed, shutting his office door and leaning back against it. ‘And that’s all down to you.’
‘Hardly.’
‘What have I told you about underplaying your skills, Magenta? If you don’t believe in yourself, why should I? Stop with all this negative and give me something positive.’
‘Will this do?’ Going for broke, she wound her arms around Quinn’s neck.
‘It’s a start.’
She heard the door lock.
Quinn’s hands quickly ignited an inferno. The memory of pleasure mixed with the anticipation of more was an explosive recipe. It made her reckless, made her want to hurry things along.
‘Hey,’ Quinn murmured, taking hold of her hands when she tugged at his belt. ‘Not so fast—haven’t I taught you anything?’
Who was backing who towards the desk?
‘Same underwear as the dress?’ Quinn demanded, thrusting one hard thigh between her legs.
‘If you mean that paper stuff that disintegrates at a touch, then yes.’
‘Excellent. Let me know if this is going too fast for you.’
‘I will.’
‘You’re on the pill?’
‘Of course I am.’ She blushed. Strange to think she’d been so intimate with Quinn and yet could feel so awkward and exposed when he asked her a perfectly reasonable, if unexpected, question.
‘I only ask because I heard some clinics in this country will only prescribe the pill to married women.’
‘But that’s ridiculous.’ And quite possibly true. This was the sixties, after all. And, though almost a week had passed in dream time, she was methodical about taking her pill each morning in the real world—even though there wasn’t the slightest chance she would ever put it to the test.
Needless to say, she hadn’t brought her pill with her on this crazy time-slip adventure, but that hardly mattered when she had probably only been asleep a couple of hours.
And that was her last rational thought before Quinn sank deep inside her. She had forgotten how good he was, and now she discovered that his desk was at the perfect height. He helped her up; she drew her knees back and he moved in close. Testing her, he found her more than ready. She climaxed immediately. But she hadn’t finished with him yet. ‘Fill me,’ she commanded hoarsely. Nursing him, she worked her muscles. ‘I want all of you.’
And that was exactly what she got, only now realising that neither of them had paused long enough to use protection.
They returned to the party together and Magenta soon forgot her moment of concern. None of this was real. It was wonderful, but it was still only a fantasy, and all she’d cared about while she was living the dream was that Quinn lost his brusque business-manner. He’d done more than that, Magenta realised when Quinn put his arm around her waist. Something had changed between them, bringing them closer.
Quinn remained at her side from that moment on, and everyone accepted them as a couple—though, in fairness, everyone had had quite a bit to drink by this time. The spacemen were barely distinguishable from the aliens, she noted with amusement as Quinn forged a passage through the heaving throng of green-smudged silver people and silver-streaked green folk.
But at least she wasn’t on her own when it came to the way she felt about Quinn. If anything, he was more outwardly affectionate in front of the other people than she was, and when the party finally drew to a close their destination was in no doubt.
They seemed to laugh all the way back to his house. Quinn drove smoothly and fast, and still found time to regale Magenta with stories of how far the party had gone in loosening everyone up. ‘You’re definitely in charge of office parties from here on in,’ he told her. ‘You have the knack of bringing people together.’
Never more so than now, she hoped when Quinn swung the car into the drive and they both climbed out.
They barely made it through the front door before they fell on each other, kissing and touching, as if tomorrow with all its uncertainties was almost upon them and the here and now was a fragile, unpredictable thing that refused to be captured or slowed down.
They made love on the hall rug, which fortunately was thick enough to cushion them, and wide enough so they didn’t have to test the cold, hard marble floor. If there was anything nicer than snuggling up to Quinn, she had yet to discover it. When they were both briefly sated, Quinn suggested they go to bed. ‘Now there’s a novel idea,’ she observed, laughing with happiness as he swung her into his arms.