Chapter 3

Quinn raised his glass and tapped it against mine. “Here’s to you being free of your cane.”

“Yeah.” I’d been able to dispense with it just after Quinn left on his assignment. “I’m looking forward to finally getting on my hands and knees.” When I’d had that damned bullet hole in my leg, we’d made love, for the most part either, with me on my side cradling Quinn or on my back so he could ride me.

“Mmm.” A blush ran up his cheeks, and he seemed distracted.

By the idea of him taking me from behind? I’d never cared for being fucked, hadn’t even liked having my hole fingered, but then along came Quinn. I’d liked what he’d done to my ass, to my entire body. More than that, I trusted him not to take advantage of me, as Victorian as that sounded.

“I need to come up with an idea for Theo’s wedding gift,” I told him, willing to change the subject. “The wedding is scheduled for the end of August, and that’s only a couple of months away.”