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“I do.” I walked across the room, picking up the stack of papers that were on his desk. “I was just trying to see if the views of this city and access to free food is worth your attitude.”
“Good mor—Jesus, there are two of you.” She smiled at Diesel before looking back at me.
“I received a message from Unknown. Not Mr. Dymon Danger. If you wanted me to get you some tea, then you should have texted me from your phone, not some text app or whatever like a child.”
She snatched the orange back up. “And give me back my orange. No orange love for the grumpy man. Now, I am going to go sort out your calendar and check your emails in the process.”
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“Danger Prison Headquarters.”
“Did you forget that I was your personal accountant too? Over a half a million dollars. Please tell me it was worth it.”
“What do you want to do with it?” “I don’t know. What is the limit?” He shrugged. “No limit.” My cheeks burned. “Get back to work before I have my dick down your throat in here.”
I’d noticed the slight sag in his eyes. “You played with your dick?” “No. Too mad and sex deprived. I’d probably pull it off.” I chuckled.
I slapped him across his face, prompting his eyes to pop open. “Hmm.” “I said fucking watch me ride this dick.” “Yes, ma’am.”
“Uncle Dymon, Quinci smells good. Is that your girlfriend?” “Not yet. Come on, and stop worrying about Quinci.”
“You so damn gone.” Diesel shook his head. “I know. And I don’t know what it is, man. The more I’m around her, the worse it gets. Do you know I told her that she could have whatever wedding she wanted while we were watching that Crazy Rich Asian movie?”
Denim laughed. “I like her, but you don’t really know her enough to… you know, be making plans like a wedding or kids and stuff like that.”
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“Princess, tell Derek that you don’t have anything to talk to him about… alone or at all for the matter.” “Princess? Quinn.” Derek was getting ready to lose his mind.
She didn’t know I’d moved in with Dymon, and I wasn’t planning on telling her because she would have my head.
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“You were never leaving this house, Princess.”
She leaned forward and whispered. “That was so sexy. Will you marry me?” I met her in the middle and pecked her lips. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I love you, Quinci,” he whispered in my ear. There it was. He didn’t say, Princess, I love you. He said, Quinci. “I love you, Quinci.”
I looked at her and smiled. “Close. Quest is my father’s name. My name is Quinci, though. But to answer your question, I have one of my own. Is having lamb and being from a small town mutually exclusive?” “Excuse me?”
“Really, Quinci. That made me fall in love with you if I have to be honest. Thank you for standing up for me. I needed it. Now let’s go. I need to be inside of you.” Through my sobs, I grinned. I knew tonight was going to be so good.
“Mom. Dad. Mr. Dymon and I are in a dom/sub relationship. Everything we do is completely consensual. He’s never hurt me. We fell in love with each other, and that’s what it is. Due to his family issues, he quit his job, and because I was his assistant, I left too. Happy?”
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I cleared my throat. “The moment your daughter introduced herself to me, I wanted her. Wanted her to quit, so I could get her, but she didn’t. We happened to end up at an exclusive club together, and I bid on her and won. It was supposed to be just sex, but now it’s more than that.” “Did you say ‘bid’? Bid? Bid, like an auction? My daughter was auctioning off her pussy?” He sounded in disbelief. “Yes…No. Not like that. See, this is coming out wrong. And I don’t want you to think less of your daughter, because you raised a wonderful young woman.”
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“He’s been gentle, Quinn. Very gentle. Compared to what I read last night on the internet.” “Mom. Please. How are the pies?”
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