Playing With Fire by Ella Price Page B

eyes were wide with uncertainty.
    “I
don’t know if I can do it again,” he whispered.
    I
smiled. “Let’s give it a shot,” I said playfully as I removed the used condom.
He was limp. I retrieved my purse and put some lube in my hand I began to
massage him and he watched my hand as I played with him. After a few minutes he
began to harden again. He pulled me into a kiss as I massaged him.
    “You
are amazing,” he whispered.
    I
smiled, I was glad he was enjoying himself. Maybe Quinn would be happy with me
now that I was doing what he wanted and I was doing it well. He was back to
being fully erect. I slid the condom on him and he pinned me to the couch and
slid inside me. He groaned as he began to move. I used my hips to push against
him encouraging him. He wasn’t great at sex, he was too hurried, but I was able
to use him to hit all my spots. I cried out and dug my nails into his back.
    “Damn,”
he cried and I felt him release. He rolled off me and fell on the floor. “No
more, I’m done. I have nothing left,” he said sounding completely satisfied.
    I
smiled, I liked doing this. It was so much more fun than I expected. If I
didn’t focus on the guy and just focused on the act it made it so much easier.
My phone rang twice so I stood and retrieved my clothes. He watched me as I
dressed. He hadn’t moved from his position on the floor.
    “I
saw you at the art exhibit and I knew you would be awesome,” he said amused.
    I
smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I certainly had fun,” I said playfully.
    He
groaned and got to his feet. He retrieved his robe. “I am worn the hell out
now,” he said amused.
     “Glad
I could assist. Have a good night,” I said grinning. I left before the
interaction became awkward. I adjusted myself in the elevator. The hour went by
quickly. It seemed like I wasn’t in his room that long, but I was.
    Carlos
was in the bar. When he saw me he stood and paid and we went to the car. I
realized I didn’t feel as bad as I thought I would on the car ride home. I
actually felt pretty good. That was until I saw the Lincoln parked in front of
my apartment. I scowled. “Thanks Carlos,” I said softly and got out.
    I
walked to my apartment and went inside. Quinn was sitting on the couch. I
didn’t see Naomi anywhere so I was guessing she wasn’t home yet. “I got rave
reviews Miss Blake,” Quinn said amused.
    “Did
you expect any less?” I asked trying not to sound annoyed.
    He
smiled. “To be honest I didn’t expect you to show up.”
    “Well
I did. So what are you doing here? Did you come to threaten me some more?” I
asked as I tossed my purse on the counter and kicked my heels off.
    He
laughed and stood. I continued on to my room knowing he would follow me. “I
came to make sure your first appointment went well for you, not just him.”
    “It
was fine,” I said as I undid my hair and slipped the dress off. I walked to the
bathroom ignoring his presence and started the shower. I walked back out to
retrieve a fresh towel. I was going to pretend his presence didn’t bother me. I
stripped out of my lingerie and went to walk back into the bathroom. He caught
me by my arm and pulled me to him.
    I
looked up at him defiantly. His expression was angry. He obviously had
something to say. I doubted he would come here just to congratulate me on doing
my job. “Did you not think I would find out you screwed Edward?” he growled.
    I
laughed. “It’s more like I didn’t care if you found out.” I went to walk away,
but he wouldn’t release me. He had a grip on my arm and he wasn’t going to let
this go. I was guessing it was against the rules to sleep with the guards.
    “He’s
married,” he growled angrily. The way he was acting was confusing. He set
married men up with call girls.
    I
looked at him confused and annoyed. “So, I am sure more than half the men you
provide girls for are married. Hell for all I know you could be married.”
    “He’s
married to my