Chapter 14
“Mark? Please stay.”
He stopped trying to move away from me and relaxed. “Okay.”
“I thought you were thinking too much.”
“Quinn?”
I didn’t say anything else, and as I’d hoped, he fell back to sleep.
* * * *
The first time I woke, it was to Mark going down on me, and after I’d caught my breath, I returned the favor, inordinately pleased at how incoherent he became.
The second time I woke, he was jerking me off.
The third time, I was alone in the bed, and the second floor was so silent I knew I wasalone there as well.
The clock read 6:59, and I groaned, crawled out of bed, and stumbled down the hall to my own room. A quick visit to the bathroom, and then I took my bathrobe from where it was hanging in my closet, shrugged it on, and went down to the kitchen.
As I’d hoped, Mark was still there, sipping a cup of coffee and reading The Post.
“Morning, Mark.”