Page 79 of Key of Kink

Brilliant. Subtle, Quinn. Really subtle.

“Do you understand how exposed you are right now?”

My fingers flexed against the wall. “Yes.”

“And you’re comfortable with that.”

It wasn’t a question but I answered it anyway. “Yes.”

The gym carried on around us—weights clanking, someone laughing too loudly near the treadmills—and somehow none of it felt real.

My whole world had shrunk to the space between his chest and my back.

His hand slid from my lower back to my hip, then around to the front, to cup my hard cock. My brain short-circuited and I stood very still, every nerve lit up.

His dick was equally hard, but he didn’t press closer which somehow made it worse.

“You came here to test me,” he said.

“Yes.” There was no point lying.

“And what did you learn?”

I tried to think.

That you don’t break.

That you’re terrifyingly steady.

That I might be in trouble.

“That you don’t lose control,” I said.

A quiet pause. “And?”

I hesitated. “And… you don’t hate it when I push.”

He tightened his grip, enough to send a pulse of heat through me.

Oh.

Okay.

“If I continue,” he said, his voice calm and steady, “this stops being playful.”

My mouth went dry. “Yes.”

“And you don’t get to tease your way out of it.”

“I’m not trying to.”

That part was true. I wanted to see what happened when he chose to go further.

His hand moved again, slow and deliberate, and my body reacted before my brain caught up. I shivered.

This was so much more than I’d planned for.

He leaned in, close enough that I felt his breath near my ear.