‘None of that,’ he cautions. ‘Back into character. I’m about to start my lines.’
‘You can’t be serious,’ I begin.
‘As serious as turning up to dig your flower beds.’
It all comes back to me in a flood of heat and sensation—the image of Flynn in my kitchen, his tanned and toned body over mine. The feeling of the cold kitchen counter under me, and the fiery brilliance of my well overdue release building between my thighs. I swallow and ignore the pulsing sensory memory. That day, he might not have been able to conjure a library for me, but he did channel a little bit of rough in the guise of Mellors. Truthfully, I’d never had sex like that before, so urgent and frantic, and it resulted in the best orgasm I’ve ever had.But that could be the result of not having come since the last—the first—time we’d had sex.Then to cap it all, Flynn above me, with his perpetual cocky gleam in his eye, told me about his pizza plot. And his expectation that we do things his way next time.
This is madness.
‘Dug my flower beds,’ I repeat with a touch of asperity. ‘There’s a euphemism if I ever heard one.’
‘That would be ploughed, babe.’
‘Are you always this... happy?’ I’d wanted to sayannoying, but the truth somehow falls from my mouth instead.
‘Happiness is a choice. It’s also a result of being around you.’ He doesn’t give me a moment to process that little vignette. There’s not time to be irritated or flattered or to call him out. ‘Come on, play along. I told you it would be my turn next.’
‘I choseAtonement—a wonderful piece of literature, and your fantasy is pizza delivery porn?’
‘Porn shaming is beneath you, Chastity,’ he says with a pout. ‘That’s not what you’re doing right now, is it?’ Damn him and his infuriatingly sexy grin.
‘No, absolutely not,’ I answer. ‘But I’m still not having sex with you.’
‘See this,’ he says, holding the box aloft. ‘This is the next best thing to sex. And if you’re a good girl, I might give you some.’
Oh, the innuendo!I shake my head not quite believing that, despite my words, he’s winning me over—that I’m about to play along. But I suppose that’s the thing about this man. He’s persuasive. And irritating. And has a magic dick, which apparently, makes me easy.
‘Oh, mister pizza delivery boy,’ I begin, aiming to channel some breathless, sultry coquette.
‘That’s mister pizza deliveryman.’ His lips twitch, belying his deep, sombre tone.
‘Okay, Mister pizza delivery man. I ordered a pizza and now I can’t find my purse to pay you.’ I flutter my lashes dramatically, pleased my front door is concealed from my neighbour’s view by a large hedge.
‘Jeez, lady. That’s too bad, lady.’ He makes to turn, and I can’t believe he’s trying to make me work for this, the total git!
‘Wait!’ I say, reaching out to grasp his strong forearm. ‘I’m hungry. Really... hungry.’Rawrr!‘Is there a way we can come to some kind of deal?’ Never mind the hedge, I hope my neighbours can’t hear this.
‘Deal?’ Flynn’s gaze falls to where my hand touches his jacket, and when his eyes rise to mine, pure blue heat burns there.
‘It would be such a shame to let this go to waste,’ I purr, pulling my hand away and accidentally brushing my knuckles against the hardness of his dick.
‘Wasted sausage is never right.’
‘Is that what you have for me there?’ I ask as Flynn takes a step forward, backing me into the house.
‘Yeah, I got sausage for you. And it’s extra-large.’Extra-laaj.
‘Flynn, no one likes sausage pizza.’ I gasp, trying to tamp down my giggling.
‘Come on,’ he cajoles. ‘I was almost there!’
‘So soon?’ I say, resuming my role. ‘You came awfully fast.’
‘Now who’s adlibbing?’ he responds, pushing the front door closed with his foot.
‘Well, it’s such a lazy plot device. Is there extra cheese?’ I add, sniggering still as he continues to back me farther into the house.
‘You’ve seen my dick. You know it’s cut.’
