‘It’s mad, isn’t it? A few weeks ago, I didn’t have you in my life, and then these past few days, not having you there left me with this gaping hole.’
I nod because I can’t speak. I know what he’s saying—can relate to it even because I’ve felt the same—but as he slips his index finger under the hem of my dress, just a fraction of an inch, my mind turns to mush. He begins running it back and forth across my thigh, electrifying the smooth skin as I silently will his fingers to explore a little higher.
‘I’ve fucking missed you.’ His lashes cast dark shadows against his cheeks as I lean in and slide my mouth across his. It’s just a glancing brush, but the pull of it is real as his hands fall to my lips, pulling me in for a second brush. A brush becomes a press of lips. A press of lips turning to a slide of tongues, just a bare moment before the kiss turns to something else. Something deep and passionate, grasping and owning. My back hits the door as Flynn slides his hand up the back of my thigh, grasping it to rest it against his hip. And he pins me there, the length of his hardness pressed into my heated core, and as he hums his appreciation of the moment, I feel the deep vibration all the way to my bones.
‘Are you going to give me my gift now?’ My voice is needy and rasping as his lips kiss their way down my neck.
‘Is that my cue to tell you I’m gonna give it to you hard?’
‘Oh, Flynn.’ I sigh, his tongue playingtime to make you squirmwith my ear. ‘You can give it to me any way you want. I like it all.’
‘What about if I want to give you it now. Nothing between us but skin.’
‘I’d say it’s probably not the right time of the month.’
‘No, babe,’ he says, pulling back to capture my gaze. ‘I mean, let’s make a baby.’
‘What?’ I can’t tell if the word sounds incredulous or a like a laugh. ‘That’s why you brought me in here?’
‘Well, I always wanted to fuck in an office, too. Does that count?’
‘Flynn, I have guests downstairs. People are here to celebrate my birthday. This is not a conversation for now.’ Though it strikes me as kind of freaky that it appears he’s been thinking the same things.
‘And some people are here to try to fuck you.’
‘Yes, you!’
‘Not just me, babe.’
‘Who—Tate? Are you talking about Tate?’
‘Come on, Chastity. I might be the lowly secretary, but even I can see him for what he is.’
‘And what exactly is he?’ I retort, my hand suddenly finding my hip.
‘A smarmy, smug, fucking chancer. The kind that would be out of your life before your undies even hit the deck.’
He might be right, but I’m not going to admit it.
‘He’s not a threat to you. Currently,you’rethe only threat to you,’ I say, pointing one black polished nail in his chest.
‘Why’s that?’ he counters, leaning into my nail. Leaning into it, then lifting it to catch between his teeth.
‘Because it’s the twenty-first century,’ I whisper hiss. I want to shout, but I don’t want people to hear. ‘And you’re behaving like an arse.’
‘No, I’m behaving like a boyfriend. You’re just not used to the difference.’
I shake my head. ‘Boyfriend is such a pathetic title. What? Are we teenagers?’
‘I want to be more than your boyfriend,’ he whispers, stepping into me. ‘I mean it, Chastity. I want so much more, starting with a baby.’
‘You nutcase!’ I place my hand on his chest and push.
‘Yes,’ he retorts, covering my hand with his own. ‘I know you want to.’
‘We’re not talking about bringing home a puppy. What happened if this thing doesn’t work between us? What then?’
‘We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. But I don’t think we will.’
