‘G’day, duchess.’
Flynn.Was his tone always so seductive? As if his accent wasn’t hard enough to resist. As ifheisn’t hard enough to resist.
‘Flynn,’ I reply, surprised my words sounds so even, almost serene, because it feels like a flock of small birds are beating their wings against my chest.Okay, knickers.‘So nice of you to call.’
‘That’s me—that’sniceFlynn Phillips, not to be confused withbloody Flynn Phillips.’
‘Oh,’ I answer, biting back a grin. ‘I wonder who refers to you that way.’
‘I heard this cute blonde chick telling her mates I annoyed the shit out of her at a barbecue recently.’
‘A barbecue, you say? I have to wonder what kind of company you’re keeping. It’s hardly the weather for standing around outdoors. You must be hanging out with a strange crowd.’ He laughs softly, which makes me feel all kinds of warm and satisfied.
‘Nah, they weren’t all weird. Only the idiots stood outside. The sensible ones were indoors, sharing secrets.’
‘If you tell me there were pyjamas and feathery pillows involved, I’m afraid I’ll have to spoil it for you by telling you I’ve already seen that film.’
‘Fuck, you must betheperfect woman.’ I sort of snort and laugh at the same time at such a ridiculous notion, and even though this is just a silly, joking conversation, his words still warm my insides. ‘Smart, sexy as fuck, and you like porn.’
‘What makes you say I like it?’
‘Babe,’ he answers solemnly. ‘Are you tryin’ to make me cry? Please don’t say otherwise because that’d be like telling a kid there’s no Santa Clause.’
‘I do watch a lot of it,’ I admit. ‘Mostly in a professional capacity.’ I consider turning the volume up on the ménage clip playing out on my screen but decide against encouraging him.
‘I feel like this could be a marriage made in heaven.’
‘What a pity that I don’t take proposals over the phone.’
‘Get a lot of them, do you? Proposals?’
Once. I’ve been proposed to once in my life.And look how that turned out, my mind pipes up. I push the thoughts away, matching Flynn’s enquiry with a taunt. ‘Well, you did just say yourself I’m perfect.’
‘Yeah, apart from that mouth of yours.’
‘I don’t remember any complaints in St. Lucia.’ Fuck. Why did I say that? I don’t have long to process the thought as he groans—yes, that kind of groan—the kind that hits me right where it shouldn’t. It’s the kind of noise a man might make while being tortured.By a tongue.‘Sorry,’ I add quickly. ‘Don’t answer that.’
‘Jesus, duchess, I can’t. All the blood from my brain has drained to my crotch.’
‘Sorry,’ I say again, without feeling sorry at all. It’s hard to feel any sort of contrition when imagining his erection.While imagining Flynn Phillips with his erection in his hand.
So not sorry.
‘Actually... ’ He draws the word out like a taunt, all smoky and sort of sexy. ‘You might say I’m currently watching a poor interpretation of exactly that thing.’
It takes me a moment to work out exactly what he means, his tone a spike of heat to my bloodstream. ‘Exactly what thing?’
‘She doesn’t have your technique, but I like the way she stares up at him with his balls in her mouth.’
‘You’re... watching porn while talking to me? God, you are such a bloke,’ I huff, the heat in my veins now fuelled by something else.
‘Nah, not really. It’s just playing in the background. Nothing could be more interesting than spending time with you, even if I have to make do with the sound of your voice.’ I donotfeel placated. ‘Say something sexy to me,’ he adds, humour colouring his tone.
‘Next time I see you, I’m going to kick you in the balls.’
‘Calm down, killer.’Kil-ah.‘I’m just yanking your chain. But you and me? We could make a beautiful team.’
‘If you and I were the last people on the planet, the world would go extinct.’
