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230 pages, ebook
First published December 18, 2015
Quinn interrupted. “We met a few months ago.” He threw me a quick glance and a crooked smile that almost make me forget how embarrassed I was. And then he picked up my fucking hand.
The look on Ken’s face was priceless.
My own face felt frozen. What the fuck? I stared at our joined hands, wondering if someone had roofied my drink. Or his. Or if this entire evening was some whacked out figment of my imagination. Quinn gave my fingers a squeeze, and I realized I hadn’t been breathing.
He’s holding my hand. He’s holding my hand, right here in the restaurant, right in the middle of a roomful of people, with Kent standing right next to us. My heart hammered so hard, I could feel every racing beat. What is he doing? Is he trying to be my beard? My reverse beard? Can a straight guy even be a beard? He’s the antibeard.
The frigid night air rushed up the stairwell, sending a chill straight through me. I closed the apartment door to keep the cold out. “You know, you don’t have to–”
Quinn cut me off with the intensity of the look on his face. He strode towards me, eyes blazing with an expression I couldn’t read. He backed me up against the door, hands on my shoulders.
My heart pounded out of control and definitely out of rhythm. “Quinn?”
He searched my face, eyes wild, breathing hard. His thumb grazed my chin, fingers tracing my jaw. My pulse picked up with each touch. Quinn remained silent. “You sure you’re o—”
He gripped my neck harder and planted his lips on mine. My brain couldn’t compute what was going on. Quinn’s mouth pressed harder, warm and firm, his tongue licking out to swipe at my lower lip and suck it gently between his lips. My cock figured out what was going on. It hardened more with each movement of that sweet, smooth tongue as it teased and tasted every inch of my mouth. Holy fuck. Quinn’s kissing me. My brain finally caught up, no less confused. He’s kissing me?