Maya held Quinn’s hand a little tighter. “Quinn, I want you to join me.”
Quinn wanted to leave for Maya’s place there and then, but she suspected Maya was far from danced out. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”
“Thank you.” Maya sipped from her cocktail. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get in touch.”
“I get it.” This was starting to feel a lot like the beginning of Quinn’s affair with Morgan, when Quinn had never known whether they’d still be on the next day because Morgan always had something more important in her life to focus on. Maybe Quinn should remind Maya of what she’d missed the entire week they hadn’t seen each other.
“Maybe we can talk tomorrow.” Maya squeezed her hand again. “Let’s just enjoy the hell out of tonight.” When Maya smiled like that, her face all lit up and her eyes sparkling like the brightest diamonds, Quinn would agree to anything. She had to make sure that didn’t turn into an issue—she had to make sure to stand her ground. But not tonight. Maya was right. They’d come all the way to Queens to dance the night away.
“In that case, Mrs. Former National and World Champion, may I have the profound honor of the next dance with you?” Reinvigorated, Quinn rose from her chair.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Maya was still holding Quinn’s hand and pulled her close. “And in case you were wondering, you have all my dances tonight,” she whispered in Quinn’s ear.
After a few more rounds on the dance floor, Quinn said, “Come with me.” She made sure to look Maya straight in the eye. “Don’t worry, we’re not leaving yet. I want to show you something.”
“Okay.” Maya sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and followed Quinn. “The bathroom? You’re not showing me anything new.”
“Come on.” Quinn pulled Maya into a cubicle and locked the door behind them.
“Really?” Maya asked, her tone of voice more excited than questioning.
“This is what happens in club bathrooms all around the world. Surely you remember?” Quinn ran her hands alongside Maya’s chest.
“Maybe you don’t want to play the age game with me right now.” Maya leaned in to kiss Quinn, but Quinn pulled back.
Quinn grabbed hold of Maya’s hand and put it over the tattoo on her lower belly.
Maya tilted her head as if to ask, again, “Really?”
In response, Quinn flipped open the button of her jeans. She hiked up the hem of Maya’s dress. “Dancing with you is the best foreplay I’ve ever experienced.” Quinn inched closer so that Maya’s hand slipped down her jeans with the movement. Quinn was too aroused to experience much doubt about this rather juvenile move of whisking Maya away to the bathroom. She could hardly use the defense of acting her age because, quite frankly, she felt a little too old for shenanigans like this as well, but a much more dominant part of her wanted Maya with a force strong enough to obliterate any rational objections.
Quinn edged her finger along the waistline of Maya’s panties. “I want you, Maya. So fucking much,” she breathed into the heavy air between them. Then, she finally kissed Maya. As Quinn’s tongue dipped into Maya’s mouth, she let her finger slip along the panel of Maya’s panties.
Maya responded by lowering her hand farther inside Quinn’s underwear.
“Jesus,” Maya said on a groan. “You weren’t lying about being aroused.”
Quinn shook her head. She cupped one hand behind Maya’s neck for support. Maya’s fingers lingering inside her panties, exploring her wetness, made her knees buckle. Quinn tried to focus on her fingers between Maya’s legs but it was no use trying to delicately circle her clit when she was amped up like this. She needed skin-on-skin contact. She slipped her hand inside Maya’s panties.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Maya whispered. “What if someone hears us?” It must have been a rhetorical question because, as she spoke, she drove a finger high inside of Quinn.
Quinn tried to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out in pleasure but she only half succeeded.
“Shhh,” Maya said, while she only made Quinn want to groan louder.
“Oh, fuck, Maya,” Quinn said on a stifled sigh. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”
Maya moved her fingers inside Quinn in such a way that Quinn forgot all about her own hand in Maya’s panties. Maya’s palm touched against her clit and Quinn soon forgot where she was altogether. All she felt, all she saw and smelled, was Maya, who was all over her and inside her, and who wanted to dance with only her tonight. As Maya had instructed earlier, they were enjoying the hell out of their evening. But if Maya still believed that their nights—and days—together were numbered, she hadn’t been thoroughly introduced to Quinn’s tenacity yet. There was simply no way Quinn was letting go of this, of what she had with Maya, for the sake of so-called decency.
She abandoned her mission between Maya’s legs and focused on her own pleasure—she’d make sure Maya was properly pleasured later. On the soaring heat between her legs and on the woman who had created it.
All week long, Quinn hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Maya. And then, she’d finally texted. For Quinn, that was the moment the foreplay leading to this had started. When Maya had asked her to go dancing again. Because Quinn knew Maya wasn’t only asking to dance. She was asking for so much more. She was asking for this, and for Quinn to go home with her, and for them to explore the next step in this as yet undefined thing between them. There was something there and it wasn’t something that was easy to walk away from, for neither of them.
Otherwise, Maya wouldn’t have her fingers high inside Quinn right now. She wouldn’t have followed her into the bathroom, and she wouldn’t have responded to Quinn’s advances. Ever since they’d arrived, despite ample attention from
