“Try doing it in small circles directly over your sweet spot. See how that feels.”

Immediately, a strangled moan rang through and it was loud. “Oh, God!”

Gotcha. “That’s it. That’s what works for you, Maya. Keep doing that until you feel like you’re about to—”

Her moan turned into a brazen and bold cry, “Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!”

My brow creased. “Maya?”

She panted down the line. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Oh, God. Oh, shit. Jesus Christ!” She sounded excited and weak all at one time. “That didn’t take long. Is it meant to come so fast? Was that it?”

I grinned. “I don’t know. You tell me. How did it feel?”

“My body felt on fire. Oh, man! Like someone put explosives down there and just…boom! Only the explosion didn’t stop. Holy shit.” She paused. “It still hasn’t stopped. And I feel it everywhere. Is it meant to go on that long?”

Satisfaction rolled through me in waves. I had done this. Well, I’d helped do this. This was her first, and I owned that. She could never take that away from me. I was proud of her.

“Congratulations, Maya. Sounds like you just had your first orgasm.” As I said this, I chuckled.

“Oh my.” She laughed softly. “Well, that was a big step up on my other disastrous experiences. Wow,” she said in awe. “Now I know.” She took in a deep breath, adding on an exhale, “Now I know why people do this. Orgasms.”

“Now that it’s run its course, how do you feel?”

She yawned. “Too tired to be embarrassed.”

I tipped my head back and laughed. It warmed my heart when she chuckled along with me. “Oh, Maya. It was a pleasure for you, but mostly for me.”

She uttered a soft, “Quinn?”

“Yeah?”

She slurred sleepily, “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” I’d said that a lot in this business, but this time, I meant it. “I probably should go. Goodnight, babe. Sweet dreams.”

Her response warmed me. “’Night, honey.”

Later that night, I fucked the sense out of my client, Monica. She moaned, screamed, and came over and over as I plowed her.

And I felt nothing.

Not a damn thing.

Chapter Eighteen

Mia

The smile on my face was a new addition to the morning. It was definitely a welcome one, that was for sure.

After my very first orgasm, I slept. I slept in the nude, and this was something I had never been able to do before without feeling bothered by it. I slept in the nude, and enjoyed it so much that I’d already planned to do it again tonight.

This morning when I woke, I felt light and refreshed. My step had a bounce to it, and I had one person to thank for that.

Quinn.

What was it about him?

I’d chosen him specifically for the nature of his character. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous and he knew how to treat a woman in the bedroom, and as I had recently discovered, out of it as well.

Damn.

The flutters in my belly hadn’t stopped since this morning. Sunday was approaching and I was nervous. This man had heard me come. He knew the intimate sounds I made as I pleasured myself.

How humiliating. God. Why did he have to be so thoughtful? And sweet? And funny? I hadn’t been expecting that side of him. I thought he’d be an arrogant prick. After all, he had all the elements to back up such arrogance.

But he wasn’t arrogant. He was incredible. I found myself appreciative of the unlikely friendship we had developed. I just hope it didn’t get weird come Sunday.

I strolled into work with my hair down and walked by Ella, greeting her with a tiny wave. I placed an apple on Pip’s desk and winked at him as he bit into it, chuckling. It was going to be a good day. I could feel it in my bones.

My desk was smaller than the others, but today, that didn’t bother me. I sat down, got comfortable, and logged into my computer. I still had ten minutes before I was officially on the clock, so I reached into my bag and pulled out my cell.

Me: Is the happiness meant to last this long? My cheeks hurt from smiling. I don’t think I like it.

Behind me, a cautious voice asked, “What is up with you today?”

Gasping in fright, I clutched at my chest and spun in my chair. When I saw her standing there with narrowed eyes and tapping her foot, I sighed. “Jesus, Ella. You scared the crap out of me!”

She looked at me in a way that said ‘I’m onto you.’ Then she sniffed the air around me.

Brows almost to my hairline, I smacked her arm and whisper-hissed, “Stop it! You’re freaking me out.”

Just then, my cell chirped. I checked it quickly.

Quinn: Hell yeah. What did I tell ya? Amazing stress relief.

I smiled down at the display as Ella asked, “Who’s that?”

Sobering in an instant, I placed my cell face-down on my desk. “No one.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re clearly not crushing on whoever is textin—” Understanding dawned on her and she smacked my arm. “Oh, my God! You’re fucking him! Who is he?” In-between my shushing and trying in vain to cover her mouth as she babbled, “Girl, you better tell me who this guy is. We are workplace BFFs. We don’t keep shit from each other!” I gave in.

“He’s just a friend.”

She grinned, her smile sly and catlike. “Yuh huh. Sure.”

I shook my head. “No, I swear. He’s a friend. That’s it.”

Her wild, curly hair falling over her shoulder, she flicked it back with a sassy flip of the hand. “Well, if he’s just a friend, you better be telling him about your sweet, sexy friend Ella who has more curves than he can likely handle. Tell him she really needs to get laid, you dig?”

In a moment of complete brainfart, I almost told her where she could hire him for the night. Slapping a hand over my mouth in alarm, I simply nodded.

As she walked away, she looked me up and down before muttering absently, “God, you are so weird.”

I slid back into my office chair, fighting a groan, and stared absently into my computer screen.

Damn, Ella… you don’t know the half of it.

Work was uneventful. This was probably because Addison had worked offsite today. It was as if the entire office was happier, in better spirits, because she wasn’t there.

And although I felt the same as the others, it was kind of sad that one person had the power to make an entire office full of people cower in fear.

In short…Addison was a super bitch.

Mom had invited me over for dinner, not that I needed an invite. The invitation was more of an order. I was avoiding her, and she was onto me.

Harry was waiting for me when I walked out of the office with a grin. “Yo, turd!”

Not quite reaching to his level of name-calling, I discreetly scratched at my face with my middle finger. I could not let my work peers hear me call my brother a douche canoe…or could I? I didn’t think the workplace etiquette pamphlet I received covered sibling name-calling.

Just as I approached the car, a hand stopped me, lightly gripping my arm. “Mia?”

I looked up to see my outer-office boss. “Nicholas.” I smiled, genuinely surprised. “Hi.”

My brother’s expression turned into a scowl. “Can I help you?”

Nicholas peered over at my brother. “I’m Nicholas Dietrich, Mia’s boss.” He spoke confidently and held out a hand, which I knew my brother would take. They shook hands and my brother introduced himself as I rocked back on my heels. “So…”

Nicholas ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry to bother you. I need to get into the office. Can I borrow your pass?”

Confusion crossed my face. “Why can’t you use yours?”

He looked at me, but glanced over at my brother before clearing his throat and explaining cautiously through gritted teeth, “Someone seems to have deactivated my card.”

Understanding dawned in my mind.