Chapter 42
He didn’t miss the smirk on Quin’s face. “I could disable it, you know. Lock it down from IT. Then you’d haveto use the Mac.”
“I’d know it was you,” Jerry pointed out as he shut down the laptop. “Then where would we be?”
“You’d be using the Mac,” Quin said.
Jerry ignored the comment as he waited for the laptop to turn off. A minute passed, two, but the shutdown screen didn’t disappear. “I thought you said you fixed this thing.”
“I debugged it,” Quin clarified. “It’s free of viruses, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to run any faster. It’s still a dinosaur for old fogies.”
“Like me?” Jerry joked. When the screen finally went black, he shut the laptop and tucked it into his briefcase. “Why are we going out again if all you’re going to do is make fun of how old I am all night long?”
Quin laughed. “Because age breeds experience. I’ve yet to meet someone who could please me. I’m hoping you know something others don’t.”
Pulling on his suit coat, Jerry warned, “Just so you know, the first Viagra joke you make and the night’s over.”
“No Viagra jokes,” Quin said with a nod. “Got it. And you, no cracks on myage, either. I don’t want to hear anything about hairless chests or teenage zits.”
“You don’t have any hair on your chest?” Jerry asked, incredulous. It’d been a long time since he’d been with a guy without chest hair. Like, since high school.
But Quin gave him an enigmatic grin. “I have one or two. Are we going to stand here all night talking about it, or what?”
Jerry hefted his briefcase and breezed past Quin into the hall. Quin fell into step beside him as they headed out into the parking lot. Jerry hit the remote lock on his key and, across the lot, the headlights flashed on his sleek BMW 335i convertible. Then he asked, “You want me to drive?”
“Unless you want to ride on the back of my bike,” Quin said.
Jerry gave him a strange look. “Seriously? You biketo work? How old are you again?”
“Thirty,” Quin told him. He pointed to a space not far from Jerry’s car. “And that’smy bike.”
A chrome yellow Harley Davidson Fat Boy glistened like a wet dream. “Shit, really? That baby’s yours?” Jerry dropped his briefcase in front of his car and headed to check out the motorcycle. It was funky and quirky and modern, and he suspected it fit Quin to a T. Awed, Jerry ran a hand along the black leather seat, warm from sitting in the sun all day. “This is bitching.”
“You ride?” Quin asked.
Jerry shook his head. For the first time since he met Quin, he felt out of his league. A Harley? How much did this kid make in IT?
Quin nudged Jerry with a pointy elbow in the ribs. “You should. Makes you feel younger when you’re flying down the highway, the wind in your face.”
“That explains your crazy hair,” Jerry said. “So what, you feel like you’re ten on this?”
“Ha ha.” That elbow nudged him again, harder this time. “It’s better than Hot Wheels.”
Jerry laughed. “Hot Wheels! I used to have one of those.”
He felt Quin lean against him, the thin body warm alongside Jerry’s back. “What, the first one they ever made? It’d be worth a fortune now. If you still had it, you could sell it on eBay.”
“Again with the age jokes,” Jerry warned. “I told you…”
“You did,” Quin conceded. “But that was before you saw my bike. Try and tell me you aren’t interested in going for a ride.”
Something in his suggestive tone of voice made Jerry suspect the ride he mentioned had nothing to do with the Harley in front of them. Jerry’s whole body tingled at the thought of this young buck beneath him, crying out his name with lust. “Dinner first,” Jerry said, leading the way back to his car. “Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t just jump in the saddle without a little wine and foreplay.”
“Sometimes the old ways work best,” Quin said. “Tonight, I’m all yours.”
The promise running beneath his words made Jerry’s cock hard with anticipation.
* * * *
Earlier in the day, Jerry had made dinner reservations at a posh bistro in a recently renovated, upscale section of Richmond. He tipped the maitre d’ to secure a cozy table by a window overlooking the James River. The city lights twinkled like stars in the dark water. Jerry was familiar with the bistro’s expensive surf and turf menu and ordered for both of them, but an embarrassed server asked Quin if she could see some ID before pouring the wine.