Chapter 70

The last room was black and blue, tough and tender with raunchy rock playing and dragon projections in the background. Quinn sported a robe in the Temps colors. “Okay, let’s just do this,” he said, opening it with one sweep and dropping it on a black leather couch.

“Oh, my God,” Christian said.

“Christian, are you going to be professional about this, or am I going to have to send you to the time-out corner?” Elliott admonished.

“I’m professional, I’m professional, but oh my God. I feel as if I should get down on my knees and worship, or maybe something else.”

Quinn had to laugh. It was just a cock. No big deal. Well, actually it was a pretty big deal but no big deal, if you knew what he meant. And, anyway, he wouldn’t be sharing it with the world, just a certain someone and him alone from hereon in.