Chapter 8
Maya pulled Quinn up into an embrace so tight, Quinn had a little trouble breathing. But she would catch her breath later. Her body was energized by what she had just witnessed. Maya Mercer enjoying a glorious orgasm. Quinn would never in her life forget the moment when Maya cried out her name as she came. It counted as one of the biggest wins of her twenty-four-year existence.
Maya huffed out some air and loosened her grip on Quinn a fraction. Quinn could feel how she lightly shook her head.
“Jesus, Quinn,” Maya said. “That was f*****g spectacular.”
Quinn kissed Maya’s cheek. “I only ever aim to please.” She knew she sounded cocky. It was how she felt. Last night, alone in her bed, this was all she’d dreamed of, and now here she lay, in Maya’s arms, not an inch of space betw
