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Well, sexy hugging. Not the emotional kind.
“In fact, he told me recently I need to get laid more.” Flynn smirks.
“You’re welcome.”
The grin that splits across his face is cocky and indulgent. “Aren’t you a Good Samaritan?”
I poke my tongue out at him. The tension from earlier today has finally left my body and I’m languid and liquid and more relaxed than I’ve been in months. I reach down for the sheet and drag it up over us, letting Flynn know I’m not going to rush off. “Tell me more about him.”
He raises a brow. “He’s a good guy. Works for a bank in their technology department. He’s got a little girl named Zoe.”
“You’re an uncle?” I’m surprised for some reason—maybe because I’d put Flynn into this compartment where he was a guy with no family, no real life. He was like a 2-D cutout and now he’s transforming into a real person in front of my eyes.
“I sure am.” He looks proud as punch and it’s the cutest thing ever.
I’m not one of those women who melts for stuff like this...usually.
“Want to see a picture?”
I nod. “Sure.”
He reaches for his phone and brings up his home screen—he’s in a white shirt and jeans, his reddish hair glowing like embers in the sun, holding a little girl in his arms. Her dark hair is a wild halo around her face and she’s grinning like happiness is pouring straight out of her soul.
“This was taken last Christmas,” he tells me. “She was four then.”
“She’s adorable.”
He looks at me for a moment, like he wants to say more, but then he tosses his phone to one side and I see the shutters go up. Disappointment stabs me, though I have absolutely no right to feel that way. I was the one who didn’t even want to exchange names, so maybe he doesn’t want to push this conversation too far.
But now that we’ve started sharing parts of our lives, I’m kind of glad we’re here. Dangerous thoughts for a dangerous situation.
“You know who else is adorable?” He pushes up and leans over me, sweeping my hair back to expose my breasts.
“If you call me adorable, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Flynn chuckles, and the sound is rough-and-tumble sexy. “How about cute?”
“Worse.” I wrinkle my nose up. “And don’t even start me on sweet.”
He pushes me back against the bed and nudges my legs open with his strong, muscular thighs. He’s insatiable—how is he hard again? He’s like a redheaded sex machine and my body is begging for more.
“What would you prefer me to say?” His lips are at my neck, teeth scraping along my skin and hands skating up my rib cage. “That you’re a dirty, rotten scoundrel?”
“Did you just Steve Martin me?” I let my eyes shut as he kisses down my chest. I’m boneless and at his mercy—melting into sensation as he warms me up for round...what is this? Three? Four?
I don’t even know. I can’t concentrate on his mouthandcount at the same time, okay?
“Is thatreallythe worst thing you can say?” I thread my fingers through his hair and roughly tug him to my breasts. He grunts and gives me what I want—firm, hot lips around my nipple. When he sucks hard, I arch into him.
“You’re a dirty girl, Drew. A filthy, sexy, intoxicating, devil of a woman.”
Oh, my. I like that.
“More.”
He moves to my other breast, kisses trailing over my skin, lighting a fire inside me. “The way you looked with all that smudgy makeup and that dirty mouth, and that fucking obscenely skin-tight outfit tonight...like you want to be used good.”
He reaches over to his drawer and pulls another condom out. No scrambling this time. He’s prepared for this. And my body issoready for him. I stretch my arms over my head, groaning as he presses against my inner thigh. I’m already sinking into a bliss coma. The way he makes me feel...
