Page 6 of About Last Night

Curious,

Quinn

Whoa. Too deep. Especially for…

I checked the time on my cell.

…Especially for 8:29 a.m. And so I lied.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: On the run.

Sorry, I’m on the way to work.

Talk later?

Maya x

His response made my stomach flip around.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: RE: On the run.

Talking to you over the past few days has been a treat. You don’t need an invitation, Maya.

If you get bored with your day, text me at 732-757-2922.

Always got time,

Quinn

It was a bad idea. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was too far-gone in all that was Matt Quinn. Switching from email to text, I wrote:

Me: Now you have my number too. Maya x

Not a second passed before I got a response.

Quinn: Good. Now get to work, woman.

Obviously, I didn’t get to work. Instead, I called DFT, and when reception answered, I made my request.

“Hi, I’m wondering if you can tell me what Quinn’s schedule is looking like for next week sometime?”

The receptionist sounded very motherly when she responded, “I’m sorry, dear, but he’s booked out up until next month. He’s quite popular. Perhaps there’s another one of our boys who will suit you? Sorry, dear, what did you say your name was?”

Well, damn. I’d known he would be popular, just not that popular. Crestfallen, I mumbled, “Mia—” I forced a coughing fit before smacking my head and giving my false name. “Uh…Maya. My name is Maya.”

The receptionist took on a cheery tone. “Well, as a matter of fact, Maya, he’s just had a cancellation this very moment. How does Sunday night at six pm sound?”

Oh, God, what luck! I jumped on the opportunity. “Yes! Absolutely, book me in please.”

The receptionist chuckled. “I thought you’d say that.” Another moment and she added, “Great. You’re booked in. If you’ll provide an email address, I’ll send through all the details, along with a questionnaire of your preferences. I’ll also require a credit card with a limit of two thousand dollars or more that is not within three months of expiry. And, for safety reasons, I will need you to scan and email through a valid form of identification.”

Identification?

I blanched. No. I suddenly couldn’t do this. If Quinn saw my ID, he’d know who I was and would never take me on as a client. Swallowing hard, I stuttered, “I-i-identification?”

I heard the smile in the receptionist’s voice when she responded, “Yes, ma’am.” I was just about to cancel, when she said, “Honey, we don’t expect you to book under your real name. A lot of women don’t for a number of reasons. But before you withdraw, I’ll let you know that no one will see your identification. No one but me. The boys don’t have access to my email, and once I receive the picture, I print it and add it to the others, put it under lock and key, and then the email is deleted. At DFT, we pride ourselves on our discretion. We’ve never had a breach of security. Not once.”

I hesitated. “I don’t know—”

But I was cut off by, “You wouldn’t believe our client list. Not even if I told you. Government officials, celebrities, pop stars…and you’ll never find out who.”

Well, that did it. “Okay. Right. Okay. Here’s my email.”

I prattled off my email and credit card details, sent off a scanned picture of my identification, and waited. I didn’t wait long before I received an email from Candace at DFT confirming my reservation with Quinn.

I stared at that email a long while, my stomach turning and my heart racing, then I ran to my bedroom window, opened it, and let the cool morning air calm my anxious stomach.

This was really happening.

Matt Quinn was going to have sex with me. I was both scared stupid and excited beyond belief.

Chapter Eight

Quinn

It had been two days since I had last spoken to Maya. She just sort of…disappeared. Went off the radar.

I understood it. Between work, a social life, and everything else in-between, life can be overwhelmingly busy.

Take me, for example.

For the next three nights, I was booked morning and night. I normally worked six days, taking one job a day, but turning down a regular client was worse than rearranging a scheduled day. I found that cancelling on a client or being unable to provide a service within a two-day window from the day requested was bad for business. If I cancelled enough or my schedule was too full, clients went elsewhere.

Sure, it was hectic, but I had downtime. Sundays were my day, my recoup. So you could guess I was a little surprised to find that Candy had booked Maya in for next Sunday. Normally, I’d be pissed. Sundays were my one day to be normal. I should’ve been angry. And somehow, I wasn’t. I didn’t mind sharing my Sunday with Maya. In fact, I was looking forward to it. No nerves, no anxiety. It was a nice feeling.

I spent the afternoon walking the beach and prepping for one of my regulars. I subconsciously kept my eye on my cell, hoping she would text me, but she didn’t. Shit. After one day of conversation, I already missed talking to her.

I needed to get my head in the game.

“Oh, God, Quinn,” moaned Annie as I held her calves, her ankles resting on my shoulders while I thrust into her tight, wet heat.

Annie was nearing forty and liked to make it as if we were both married and having an affair. She was married, and asked that I dress in formal attire for our meetings. She loved a sense of urgency. As soon as I stepped into the hotel room she acquired, I pushed her against the wall, kissing her pretty pink lips savagely. Annie was short and petite with striking features and perfectly coifed blonde hair.

For a woman with surprisingly perfect appearance, she wanted to be mussed.

Annie huffed and puffed while gripping my half-open shirt. We always only partially undressed. It was the way Annie looked at it; I desired her so much that I couldn’t even wait to get her clothes off before I fucked her senseless.

She’d flung my suit jacket off me when I’d had her against the wall, and started to unbutton my crisp white shirt. I managed to loosen my tie before I’d fallen to my knees, lifting the hem of her dress to her hips, squeezing her ass and removing her silky red panties with my teeth.

Annie was so small that I picked her up with no effort at all and threw her on the bed. I discreetly placed the foil packet to my mouth and used my teeth to rip it open, and then I placed the condom on my cock before entering a trembling Annie in one single thrust.

I had a good time with her, but it wasn’t fun. It was just work.

As I plowed into her, I couldn’t help but think about Maya. I wanted it to be fun with her. I’d never had a client who treated me as a friend. This would be different. I simply couldn’t wait to meet her.

Thinking of Maya had my balls drawing tight. It was stupid, really. I didn’t even know what she looked like!

Annie worked herself with her fingers, panting. Pushing her hand away, I replaced it with my own. Her hard nub was dying for attention. I’d have to shower it with kisses to make up for what I was about to do. “Oh, fuck, Annie. You got me so hot. I’m gonna come.”

Her pussy tightened around me like a vise. I used my thumb to rub gentle circles over her clit. Once Annie started moaning over and over, I knew what she needed.

More.

I rubbed harder and faster, murmuring, “Yeah, baby, almost there,” and “Fuck, you feel so good.”

A minute later, Annie’s back arched off the bed as she let out a throaty shout. “Oh, oh, oh!”

The moment I felt her pulsating orgasm, I was gone. My heart raced. I closed my eyes as my spine tingled, and almost immediately, I groaned through my release, gripping Annie’s calves harder than I

should have.

I never wasted time after the deed was done. Looking down at a smiling Annie, I winked at her, pulled out, and walked to the bathroom to clean up.

Walking out of the bathroom, I saw Annie was waiting for me on the bed, still dressed. “Well, that was amazingly chaotic.”

I smiled down at her. “Glad you liked it, Annie.”

She reached forward and wrapped her hand around my tie. “My husband will be home soon.”

As she pulled me down to her, I said the words I’d uttered countless times before. “Then let’s make this count.”

I pulled my car into my driveway and yawned. I showered at the hotel before I’d left, so luckily, all I needed to do was get out of the penguin suit before I fell into my pillow.

As I walked into my apartment, I felt vibrations in my pocket.

Maya: Question time! a) Boxers or briefs? b) Salty or sweet?