‘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.’
This time, I laugh loudly. ‘Maybe youcouldconsult.’ God knows he’s open enough.
‘Truthfully, duchess, the only consulting I’m interested in is with your pussy.’
‘I have a confession to make.’
‘Go on.’ Flynn drops the pizza box on the console table and his bike helmet to a chair.
‘I’m afraid I ate earlier.’ My heel meets with the wall at the base of the stairs, Flynn taking two steps closer until our bodies almost touch. But almost isn’t good enough, it seems, as my hand slips between the halves of his open jacket to find his solid chest. It isn’t there long as he takes it between his larger ones to bring it to his mouth where he presses his lips against my palm.
His eyes are full of mischief and desire, his tongue darting out to lick my palm. The action obscene, the sensation echoing between my legs.
‘Doesn’t matter,’ his deep voice rumbles, ‘I’m gonna stuff you full anyway.’
