Touch Me Dylan!

Betsy took some few steps close to Paige. She wore a mocking smile on her face.

"Did you just ask me what I want? Well, I'll tell you. Stay away from Nate" she said, stressing every syllable.

"Okay, I will" Paige replied and shoved her aside, entering into her office.

Betsy frowned.

"That peacock, she thinks she can take what I love most away from me. That's impossible!"

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Quinn walked into Dylan's office and threw the documents on his table. Dylan picked it before staring at the angry bird in front of him. She looked like she was going to blow up any time soon.

"What happened? Why do you look so pissed off?" He asked her with a questioning look on his face.

"It's that girl. Every single day, I can't rest without hearing her name in my house. Paige here, Paige there, like what the f*ck!!!!!" She yelled and started breathing hard. Dylan swallowed hard and stood up from his chair. He walked to Quinn and touched her hair.

"You don't need to worry too much about her. No matter what happens, she won't take Nate away from you. You are both married under a contract. To terminate the contract, your parents would have to sign it. Not even a divorce can break your marriage let alone Paige. She's just a low class girl with low standard. Don't let her ruin your mood" he said.

Quinn coughed out a smile.

"You're right. What am I even thinking? Paige can't break my marriage. Even if I let her become Nate's baby mama" she said. Dylan heard that and shot her a hard glare.

"Baby mama?" He asked.

"Yes" she replied with a little nod.

"What are you talking about?" He asked again. He hoped it wasn't what he was thinking.

"In my contract, it was stated that I mustn't get pregnant right? So.. that's what I'm doing. Nate wants a baby so I have to get him a baby mama" she said.

Dylan felt dumbstruck. He can't let Paige become anyone's baby mama. He was already making plans on how to get her.

"Paige? Nate's baby mama? I don't think it's a nice idea"

"Why? He wants her" Paige replied.

Dylan stood up from the table. He smiled at Quinn.

"Listen to me and do as I say. Don't make Paige his baby mama" he said and logged out of his computer.

Quinn lowered her gaze, pondering on what Dylan had just said.

"Let's go take some shoot" he walked out of his office. Quinn bit her lower lips and followed him behind. She finally had another chance to let Dylan touch her.

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First, Quinn went to the bathroom to take a hot shower. She applied some oil on her body and wrapped a towel around her chest.

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"I'm here" she said to Dylan. He was setting his camera. He turned and stared at Quinn. His lower man stiffened. He swallowed hard and stared away from her.

"Sit on the chair" he said without staring at her. She let her towel fall from her chest, exposing her naked body. She had always try to seduce Dylan but it's not working. He would touch every part of her body but still not feel anything.

Dylan was finally done with his camera. He saw Quinn sitting naked on the chair.

He walked towards her and glances at her b**bs, he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

"So, you're going to sit like you're thinking like an African man" he said.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows.

"An African man?" She asked.

"Yeah, you're gonna sit with your right leg on the chair, your right hand on your knee. Then lean your head on your hand like you're thinking" he said.

"Okay" she said and carried her leg up, leaning it on the chair. Dylan helped her, touching her thigh. He place her leg on the chair and did what Dylan said.

"Nice. Your waist out" he placed his two hand on her stomach and back and pushed it out.

"Great, there you go" he said and walked to the camera. He took few shots of her.

Quinn was still feeling aroused. After he touched her body. She stole glances at him and gazed at his trousers.

"Great, now, you can pose any style you want" he said.

"You help me, please" she said. He sighed and walked to her. He helped her again with another pose.

"If you don't mind Dylan, can you..um...apply some oil on my back? It's far, I can't reach it" she said. Dylan sighed in frustration again and took the oil bottle.

"Thanks Dylan"

He poured some oil on his palm and started to rub her back.

Quinn shot her eyes and moaned with pleasure.

"What? Do you like it?" He asked.

"Like it? I love it" she said and moaned again.

"You want me to touch you more?" He asked.

"Yes please, do.." she said. He applied more oil on his palm and rubbed her back, sliding his hand to her stomach. He cupped her b**bs, playing with her ni**les.

"Argh... Dylan" she bit her lower lips and stood up, pulling Dylan to herself by his shirt. She pushed her lips to his, kissing him hard. He grabbed his belt, wanting to dip her hands into his pants. Dylan hurriedly stopped her and pulled away from her.

"We can't do this. Nate is my best friend" he said.

"He is my husband. He won't know about it" she said, stretching her hand to touch him again.

"Quinn, get a hold of yourself. We can't do this. I shouldn't have touched you" he said and walked away from her.

"But you loved it. You like the way you touch me, right?" She asked, frowning her face. Dylan stopped and turned to face her again.

"We've been working together for a year. I've been touching you. You love it huh? Why pretending?" He asked her in reply.

Quinn bit her lower lips and lowered her gaze. She was bursted.