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Her mouth dropped open as a spot between her legs fluttered to life.
“Yeah?” He smirked.
Speechless, she nodded.
In his bedroom, he stood over her and the bed and slowly stripped her. The thin sweater and T-shirt she wore underneath went first. Then he thumbed open her jeans and slipped both hands into them, his palms molding her backside.
“Thong,” he praised. “That’s more like it.”
“I packed some this time.”
“Why didn’t you before?”
“I... I’m not sure. I guess I was trying to stay in my friend role.”
“You’re still in the friend role, Sab. It’s just that now there are added perks.”
“Perks, huh?”
“Do you prefer bonuses?”
“No.” She laughed with him as he yanked her jeans to her feet. He helped her with her shoes and socks and then she stepped from the pant legs.
“Ready to feel good?” From his position on his knees, he looked up at her, his expression as sincere as his offer.
The moment she jerked her head up and down in the affirmative, he put a kiss just under her belly button before dragging his tongue along the waistband of her panties.
Pressing her knees together, she wiggled her hips. He was right. She was a squirmer.
He rolled the thong down to her thighs and she rested her hands on his shoulders when he prompted her to step out of them. Then he tossed them over his head and held her calf gingerly with one hand.
“Throw your leg over my shoulder,” he instructed. She did, opening herself to him, her heart thundering as he took in her most private place. He did so approvingly before cupping her backside and leaning in for a slow, intentional taste. That’s when her other knee buckled.
He held her to him like he was sampling the sweetest fruit and then feasted on her while she fought to hold herself upright and not dissolve.
When he finally took her over, she folded from the power of her orgasm, coming on a cry that could’ve woken the dead.
The next thing she knew she was on her back in his bed and his talented mouth was sampling her breasts. She held his head and writhed, sensitive from his earlier pampering. Her hips lifted and bumped against his jean-clad leg between her thighs.
“Please, Flynn.” She fumbled with the stud on his jeans and cupped his erection. He drove forward into her hand, allowing her to massage him until she was holding several inches of hard steel.
Shoving his chest, she pushed him to his back and lifted his shirt, revealing abs and a happy trail of hair leading south. She reveled in the thought that it was her trail to follow down, down until she reached the promised land. She rolled his jeans and boxer briefs to his thighs and his erection sprang to life, very happy to see her indeed.
Before she gave it a second of thought, she lowered her head and licked him from base to tip.
His hips bucked, accompanying a feral growl. She opened wide and took him into her mouth, running her tongue along the ridge of his penis and slicking him again and again.
He guided her with his hand on the back of her head, his fingers twined in her hair. When she dared look up from her work, she saw the most exquisite combination of pleasure-pain on his face. His desperate need for her turned her on more than what he’d done to her earlier. She doubled her efforts, but he stopped her short, gentling her mouth off him and catching his breath.
He was a sight to behold, shirt rucked up over his bare chest, pants no farther down than his thighs. She liked this uncontrolled, unplanned disarray. It wasn’t a way she’d ever experienced him. That there were still new ways for them to be together was exciting.
Before she became too smug, Flynn threw her for another loop.
“On your back or on your knees?” He gave her a wicked grin. “We’re doing both, but I’ll let you pick where we start.”
