Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“You’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you Quinn?”
Quinn whimpered.
“No one would ever believe you even if you did.”
Finally, it was over. Quinn squeezed his eyes shut and prayed that he would just leave. Quinn just wanted him to leave and never come back.
“I’m telling you now, Quinn. You try to tell anyone about this, I will come back for you and I won’t be as nice the second time around. Do you understand me?”
Quinn nodded. He would never tell a soul. Never.
“Good boy.”
The big hand patted him on the head, gave his rear end a sharp smack, and then was gone. Quinn waited. He had no idea how long. As soon as he felt it was safe, he sat up. He winced at the pain that shot up his back and felt something wet. Quinn reached behind him to touch the raw sensitive skin. He let out a little cry of pain before he brought his hand back around to look at it. Blood and white stuff. Quinn barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up.
Quinn spent the next hour cleaning his puke off the floor and toilet. He then went back to his room, yanked the sheets off his bed and changed his underwear before putting both in a bag and tossing them outside in the trash can. No one ever found out. No. One.
He hasn’t thought about that day in a few months. This new incident, though, brought it roaring back into the front of his mind. Jesus, that was twenty years ago, only ten at the time.
Quinn started when a soft hand touched his left arm. His eyes flew open and his heart pounded as he whipped his head around to see who was touching him. A flight attendant was standing next to him with the drink cart.
“Would you like a drink, sir?” she asked with a pleasant smile.
Quinn cleared his throat. “Just water, thanks.”
“And you, Miss?”
“Water, also,” Margot answered.
The woman handed them each a bottle of water and Margot handed her money before Quinn could even dig his wallet out. The woman smiled and moved on. He looked over at Margot for the first time since the strip search. She gave him a hesitant smile.
“Thanks,” Quinn muttered and opened his water.
Margot shrugged nonchalantly and took a sip of her water. Quinn took a sip of his water, still looking at her over the end of the bottle. She was holding a Nook in her lap, and he looked down at what she was reading. As he started reading a paragraph, he almost choked on his water, slapping a hand over his mouth before he spit it all over the place. Margot looked at him, startled.
“Are you alright?” she asked, concerned.
Quinn nodded. “Fine,” he wheezed. “What the hell are you reading?”
Margot grinned. “It is a romance novel,” she said, completely unashamed.
“A romance novel has graphic sex in it?” he asked, bewildered.
Margot laughed. “Some of them do.” She shrugged.
He frowned. “Why are you reading that?”
“It is a good book.” She grinned and wagged her eyebrows at him.
Quinn’s lips twitched. Dammit. He didn’t want to laugh, but she was seriously cute when she wagged her eyebrows at him.
“Would you like me to read some to you?” she asked in a low sultry voice, while giving him a suggestive little wink.
Quinn swallowed hard. “No. That’s okay,” he croaked. If she read that book to him in her sexy French accent, he would be sporting a tent, and he doubted the rest of the people on the plane would appreciate that.
“No? The woman in it is very sexy,” Margot purred, giving him a naughty smirk.
Quinn narrowed his eyes at her. Was she trying to get him worked up? Well, two could play that game. He leaned in closer to her so that his lips brushed the shell of her ear when he spoke.
“Unless you want to take care of the hard-on that I will soon be sporting, I suggest you stop talking about your naughty little book,” he whispered huskily.
Margot gasped and turned her head to look at him. Their lips brushed and their noses bumped with how close she was. Quinn’s heart skipped a beat. Screw the ‘will soon be’ comment. He now was sporting a hard-on. Her hazel eyes were wide as she stared into his. He never realized how good she smelled. Whatever perfume she had on, he liked it - a lot. Jesus Christ! He was seriously tempted to kiss this shit out of her. The fact that she wasn’t moving away made him think that she wanted him to kiss her, too.
Quinn forced himself to back up. It wasn’t the time or place to kiss her. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he moved away. Disappointment flashed across her face before she covered it up. Ah, so she did want him to kiss her. Interesting. He didn’t know she was attracted to him that way. Quinn reached down and shifted his cock in his jeans to get some much-needed relief. Her eyes flicked down to watch him as he did it. She sucked in a sharp breath and flipped her eyes back up to his. Fuuuuck. They were now dark with desire.