His lips part as he inhales sharply. He didn’t expect that. I’ve never talked that way with him. I’ve been so careful not to. So he doesn’t know how dirty I am. He’s about to find out—if he wants to. And he does want to. He smiles. He likes the idea. Fuck, this is really going to happen. “Are you good at it?” he asks. “Good enough to make you come down my throat, I guarantee it.” Those cruel, sensual lips twist. “Oh, Quinn. I don’t think this is going to go quite like you think.”
