Test Shot by Cari Quinn

Author:Cari Quinn [Quinn, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Anthologies, Contemporary, Collections & Anthologies, Erotic Contemporary
Amazon: B00TNS6TG4
Publisher: Rainbow Rage Publishing
Published: 2015-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

They ate in bed, with cookie containers, napkins, and Hot Shots’ paraphernalia spread out around them. Layla didn’t bother getting out plates and forks, instead insisting they eat out of the takeout boxes with chopsticks.

That she didn’t know how to use chopsticks didn’t discourage her in the slightest. Sawyer showed her his technique, which turned out to be stellar. Hers was not, so he ended up feeding her pork lo mein and laughing as she dropped more on her faded nightshirt than she got in her mouth.

She glanced down at herself, still amazed she’d felt comfortable enough to pull out her Hello Kitty nightgown. He was a new lover, and beyond that, the guy made the word hot seem positively tepid. But he’d never blinked at her choice of attire. His gaze even warmed at the worn spots near her breasts that occasionally allowed a glimpse of nipple.

And he’d called her beautiful. Whispered it as he kissed her and brought her against his side, then fed her and made her laugh.

God, he was dangerous. No wonder she’d warned him to be careful. Too bad she hadn’t done a thorough enough job warning herself.

“You’re a tapestry of food.” He flicked his nail over her nipple, missing the spot a noodle had left entirely. “A little pork here. Some sauce there. And here”—he grabbed her other nipple and twisted—“just sweet, no sour.”

“The chopsticks weren’t the best idea. I should change.”

“Why? You look edible.” He nosed her hair back from her cheek. He’d wasted no time unclipping it, despite her complaints it would get in the way. “You’re going to be naked soon anyway.”

She shivered at the promise in his tone and busied herself collecting the boxes and discarded napkins. “Let me clean this up.”

“Leave it for now.” While she stared, he gathered everything into the takeout bag and dumped it on the floor.

Aidan not only didn’t like eating in bed, he always cleaned up right after a meal. They’d never had takeout, then swept aside the boxes and fucked like bunnies in dirty clothes. That didn’t happen in her world. None of this did.

When Sawyer started to do the same to the stuff spilling out of Con’s expandable folder, she laid a hand on his arm. “Wait. I want to see.”

Together they sorted through the assorted items, commenting on some. Chuckling over others.

“Whoa.” He opened a trifold brochure for a specialty massage center. Not only were the female clients naked on the tables, the masseuses themselves were about a hair away from indecency. A man in a doctor’s coat stood next to a prone woman and appeared to work on her back, his obvious erection tenting the jacket. “Where is this place?”

“The bad end of town.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and tapped the address.

“Aren’t there a few bad ends in the city?”

“Yeah. And we service a lot of them. But some of our customers have more money that you could shake a stick at.”

“Or a dick,” he said drily.

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