Page 183 of Key of Kink

I considered that. “Not this time.”

Quinn studied me for a moment longer before relaxing back against the pillows. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not fully awake yet and my negotiation skills are currently terrible.”

I watched him take another sip of tea, letting the quiet domesticity of the moment settle on me like a warm blanket. It was just the morning light, two mugs of tea, and Quinn’s hair being uncooperative.

He caught me looking. “What?”

“Nothing.”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re thinking something.”

“I usually am.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

I smiled and took a sip of my own tea.

Outside the window the city was beginning to wake, and sitting there beside him, I realised something quietly astonishing.

For once, I wasn’t trying to manage what happened next.

Then I remembered the paper in my pocket. I removed it and placed it on the bedside table.

Quinn glanced at it. “What’s that?”

“Just something that occurred to me during the night,” I said in a nonchalant tone.

He blinked. “Music?”

“Possibly.”

Quinn smiled. “Ooh. Have I accidentally inspired some art?”

I ruffled his hair. “It wasn’t accidental.” I drank some of my tea. “Do you have any plans for your Sunday?”

And if you do, am I included in them? I wasn’t ready to walk away yet.

“Now that you mention it…” His face flushed.

I chuckled. “Oh, now I’m intrigued.” Movement beneath the duvet caught my eye, and I laughed. “Aha. Would it have anything to do with your morning wood?”

To my surprise, he went very still. “Actually? No.” He took another mouthful of tea. “Do… do you think we could go to Obsidian this evening?”

I smiled. “You want us to do a scene?”

His face lit up. “Yes. And I think I know what I want.”

That caught my attention. “Oh?”

“I want you to shake up my world.”

I blinked. “That’s very non-specific. I might need more information than that.”

His eyes were bright, but steady. “I want you to take my breath away,” he said. “Not gently. Not carefully.” He paused. “I want you to make me lose my precious control.” The words were almost teasing.

Almost.

“You value that control,” I said.