Chapter 6

Grabbing his phone, he called Ty.

“Ty!”

“Quinny.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Right. How are—”

“I need help!”

Ty sighed. “I know, sweetie. We’ve been over this. There are several therapists—

“Sexting, how do you do it?”

Ty spluttered, then he chuckled. “Oh…This will be interesting.”

“No, I’m panicking!”

The chuckle continued. “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

“Don’t be an ass.” Quincy plugged in his hands-free and started the car. “I told Will I would give him instructions later, and he asked if it meant he was getting naked. I wrote maybe.”

“Well, you’re already sexting, aren’t you?”

“No, we’re not. That’s flirting. But what if he wants me to…you know…tell him what to do. I can’t.”

“Hey, asking you to tell him what to do over the phone doesn’t mean he wants you to be his Dom.”