Stroke of Luck

“I … uh … yeah, I had a physical about a month ago so I could be added to Maurice’s health insurance.”

“But learning about his recent infidelities must have you worried.”

She bit her lip. “Not for health reasons. He hasn’t touched me in about six months. Now I understand why.”

Fuck, the guy was a total idiot.

“So if you’re on birth control, we could dispense with condoms if you agree,” Quinn said.

“Yes, we can do that.”

“Good.”

He sat down on the barstool and took a sip, watching her biting her lip. After the shocking offer she’d just made, and the thought of what he and Austin would be doing with her later this evening, the sight no longer made him think she looked sweet and innocent. Now all he could think of was the warmth of that mouth. How it would feel to be inside it, her lips wrapped around his hard cock.

His gaze lingered on her lip as her teeth teased over it, pulling on it. His cock twitched, and he took another sip, then set his drink down.

“Before we make the deal official, I want to ensure that you’ll be sufficiently cooperative.”

“I told you I would be. Don’t you believe me?”

“It’s not that. I want to make sure you understand what I mean by cooperative.”

“You want me to be enthusiastic? Creative?”

“Yes. And yes. But more than that. I want you to follow orders and treat me with proper respect. For instance, you’ll also call me sir.”

“Sir? You want me to call you that all the time?”

He tipped his head as if considering, watching the nervous tremor of her lip.

“For now, just when I tell you.”

He poured another drink and held it out to her. She stepped toward him and took it, then tipped it back for a sip.

He turned on the bar stool until he faced away from the bar.

“Take another sip, then come stand in front of me.”

She swallowed another mouthful, then walked to him and deposited the glass beside his.

“Good. Now take off your dress.”

Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of rose again.

His eyebrow arched as she hesitated.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“No. Of course not.” She took a step back, then reached around behind her and tugged down the zipper.

“This isn’t a big deal, baby,” he said. “I already saw you in a bra and panties when we went swimming.” A sudden thought occurred to him. “Unless you don’t have a bra on under the dress.”

The very thought sent his already swelling cock twitching.

“I do,” she said as she slipped the sleeves of the sundress from her shoulders, keeping her gaze averted.

Then the dress fluttered to the floor, landing in a heap around her feet.