About Last Night

I slid down my bed to lie down, pulling the elastic of my boxers down to free myself. I rested the waistband under my balls then wrapped my hand around my thick cock, running it up and down lightly. My voice had turned throaty. “Just touch yourself, babe. Slowly run your hand up your stomach and ribs then rest it on you breast.”

Her voice quiet, she responded, “Okay.”

“Now, softly run your fingers over your nipple. Then lightly take it between your fingers and gently pluck at it.” Her gasp made my stomach tense and my cock jerk. “Feel good?”

“Yeah.” She was distracted.

A small smile graced my lips. “Do it again.” She huffed out an unsteady breath, and I asked, “Did you feel it? Did you feel it between your legs, like an electric shock? A zing?”

She breathed out, “Yes.”

“Take off your shirt, Maya. It’ll help give you access to your breasts.”

No hesitancy. “Okay.”

More rustling, then silence. I stroked myself, rubbing my thumb over the bead of dew, spreading it over the head of my cock. “Good. Now spread your legs. Spread them a little and run you hand over your pussy.”

Her breathing into the phone was my only indication that this was happening.

“Three fingers, Maya. Use your three middle fingers, not your thumb or pinky. Rub with those three.” I allowed a few seconds before I ordered, “Spread those juices. Spread them higher up, up to your clit.”

She panted, “Oh my.”

I smirked. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” She grunted. “Is your clit hard? When you’re turned on, it’ll swell and become taut. It’ll be really sensitive, so touch it gently at first.”

Her voice took on a compliant tone, which pleased me, really damn much. “Okay, Quinn.”

“Remember those three fingers? Use all three, but only the middle one to apply pressure. Just glide over it.” I waited a moment then continued, “When you feel you can stand it, rub harder, little by little though. Feel the build-up. Feel the fireworks start.”

“My heart’s racing fast. Is that normal?”

I smiled at her uncertainty. “Oh yeah. That means you’re doing it right. How are you feeling?”

A muted groan sounded. “Like something should be happening. But it’s not happening, Quinn. I think I’m doing something wrong.”

Sweet Maya. I fought a laugh. “No, babe. You’re not doing anything wrong. That’s exactly how you should feel. Like you want more, need more. Just keep doing what I told you to. How are you touching yourself? Describe it to me and I’ll help tweak your technique.”

She whispered, “Um…just up and down.”

“Try doing it in small circles directly over your sweet spot. See how that feels.”

Immediately, a strangled moan rang through and it was loud. “Oh, God!”

Gotcha. “That’s it. That’s what works for you, Maya. Keep doing that until you feel like you’re about to—”

Her moan turned into a brazen and bold cry, “Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!”

My brow creased. “Maya?”

She panted down the line. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Oh, God. Oh, shit. Jesus Christ!” She sounded excited and weak all at one time. “That didn’t take long. Is it meant to come so fast? Was that it?”

I grinned. “I don’t know. You tell me. How did it feel?”

“My body felt on fire. Oh, man! Like someone put explosives down there and just…boom! Only the explosion didn’t stop. Holy shit.” She paused. “It still hasn’t stopped. And I feel it everywhere. Is it meant to go on that long?”

Satisfaction rolled through me in waves. I had done this. Well, I’d helped do this. This was her first, and I owned that. She could never take that away from me. I was proud of her.

“Congratulations, Maya. Sounds like you just had your first orgasm.” As I said this, I chuckled.

“Oh my.” She laughed softly. “Well, that was a big step up on my other disastrous experiences. Wow,” she said in awe. “Now I know.” She took in a deep breath, adding on an exhale, “Now I know why people do this. Orgasms.”

“Now that it’s run its course, how do you feel?”

She yawned. “Too tired to be embarrassed.”

I tipped my head back and laughed. It warmed my heart when she chuckled along with me. “Oh, Maya. It was a pleasure for you, but mostly for me.”

She uttered a soft, “Quinn?”

“Yeah?”

She slurred sleepily, “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” I’d said that a lot in this business, but this time, I meant it. “I probably should go. Goodnight, babe. Sweet dreams.”

Her response warmed me. “’Night, honey.”

Later that night, I fucked the sense out of my client, Monica. She moaned, screamed, and came over and over as I plowed her.

And I felt nothing.

Not a damn thing.

Chapter Eighteen

Mia

The smile on my face was a new addition to the morning. It was definitely a welcome one, that was for sure.

After my very first orgasm, I slept. I slept in the nude, and this was something I had never been able to do before without feeling bothered by it. I slept in the nude, and enjoyed it so much that I’d already planned to do it again tonight.

This morning when I woke, I felt light and refreshed. My step had a bounce to it, and I had one person to thank for that.

Quinn.

What was it about him?

I’d chosen him specifically for the nature of his character. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous and he knew how to treat a woman in the bedroom, and as I had recently discovered, out of it as well.

Damn.

The flutters in my belly hadn’t stopped since this morning. Sunday was approaching and I was nervous. This man had heard me come. He knew the intimate sounds I made as I pleasured myself.

How humiliating. God. Why did he have to be so thoughtful? And sweet? And funny? I hadn’t been expecting that side of him. I thought he’d be an arrogant prick. After all, he had all the elements to back up such arrogance.

But he wasn’t arrogant. He was incredible. I found myself appreciative of the unlikely friendship we had developed. I just hope it didn’t get weird come Sunday.

I strolled into work with my hair down and walked by Ella, greeting her with a tiny wave. I placed an apple on Pip’s desk and winked at him as he bit into it, chuckling. It was going to be a good day. I could feel it in my bones.

My desk was smaller than the others, but today, that didn’t bother me. I sat down, got comfortable, and logged into my computer. I still had ten minutes before I was officially on the clock, so I reached into my bag and pulled out my cell.

Me: Is the happiness meant to last this long? My cheeks hurt from smiling. I don’t think I like it.

Behind me, a cautious voice asked, “What is up with you today?”

Gasping in fright, I clutched at my chest and spun in my chair. When I saw her standing there with narrowed eyes and tapping her foot, I sighed. “Jesus, Ella. You scared the crap out of me!”

She looked at me in a way that said ‘I’m onto you.’ Then she sniffed the air around me.

Brows almost to my hairline, I smacked her arm and whisper-hissed, “Stop it! You’re freaking me out.”

Just then, my cell chirped. I checked it quickly.

Quinn: Hell yeah. What did I tell ya? Amazing stress relief.

I smiled down at the display as Ella asked, “Who’s that?”

Sobering in an instant, I placed my cell face-down on my desk. “No one.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re clearly not crushing on whoever is textin—” Understanding dawned on her and she smacked my arm. “Oh, my God! You’re fucking him! Who is he?” In-between my shushing and trying in vain to cover her mouth as she babbled, “Girl, you better tell me who this guy is. We are workplace BFFs. We don’t keep shit from each other!” I gave in.

“He’s just a friend.”

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She grinned, her smile sly and catlike. “Yuh huh. Sure.”

I shook my head. “No, I swear. He’s a friend. That’s it.”

Her wild, curly hair falling over her shoulder, she flicked it back with a sassy flip of the hand. “Well, if he’s just a friend, you better be telling him about your sweet, sexy friend Ella who has more curves than he can likely handle. Tell him she really needs to get laid, you dig?”

In a moment of complete brainfart, I almost told her where she could hire him for the night. Slapping a hand over my mouth in alarm, I simply nodded.

As she walked away, she looked me up and down before muttering absently, “God, you are so weird.”