‘Something like that,’ I agree, curling a hand between the pillow and my head.
‘Do you know,’ he says, reaching out to slip my hair behind my ears, ‘the tips of your ears go pink when I say something filthy?’
Pulling the hair back in place, I hide the evidence. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. And what’s wrong with the actors in my films?’
‘They’re not big on talking.’
‘We’re not making talkie films.’
‘What are you making?’ he asks in a low, teasing tone.
‘Films where people fuck.’
‘I love it when you talk dirty.’
‘How’s this for dirty?’ I ask, breaking into the company mission statement in my best media-darling voice. ‘Fast Girl Media produces women and couple-centric erotica with an emphasis on seduction, romance, and sensuality.’
‘And fucking. There’s definitely an emphasis on fucking, no matter the spin.’
‘We provide a highly curated experience,’ I continue, not allowing him to put me off my stride, ‘from beautiful cinematographic sequences to sensual photographic stills. We also have a wide range of erotic literature for a different kind of stimulation.’
‘I’m all about the stimulation,’ he growls, the sudden husky timbre of his voice sending a shiver of anticipation across my skin.
‘You can’t be serious.’ I didn’t mean that to sound so excited, so breathless.
‘Does this not look serious to you?’ he responds, bringing my hand to his hardening length. ‘Come on, duchess,’ he growls, rolling me over to straddle him. ‘Come and stimulate yourself on my cock.’
One slow, rocking fuck, a joint effort to tidy up, and twoseparateshowers later, Flynn is sitting on my bed in nothing but his jeans, staring at me while slowly shaking his head.
‘Just stop.’ Through my dressing table mirror, I try not to smile back at him as I fasten the button at the front of my dress.
‘I didn’t say a word.’
‘You didn’t need to. Look, I’m going out and you have to go, too. Besides, my poor vagina is out of business for the foreseeable.’
‘Poor? Your vagina is rich and bounteous.’
‘Er, steady on,’ I warn, turning to face him to ensure he sees the full weight of my words. ‘My vagina is anything but generous.’ The latter comes out as a mutter as I turn back, a mutter I hope he can’t hear.
‘Maybe you’ve just been seeing the wrong kinds of blokes,’ Flynn replies with a self-satisfied air. ‘Anytime she, or you, need more than a helping hand, you know where to find me, yeah?’
‘You’re ridiculous!’ I cap my mascara, throwing it back into my makeup bag and turn to face him with a flounce.
‘Maybe there won’t be a next time if you can’t learn to keep your mouth shut.’ Oh, fuck, I think I just implied I want to do this again. And I do—I’d be mad not to. But I can’t afford to make this a thing. Not now. Not with him. As I stand, I grab his T-shirt from the floor and throw it in his general direction, I hope, because I can’t look at him now. Not without him reading all the thoughts from my face.
‘Hurry up and dress. I need to leave soon.’
‘Does this mean I don’t have to bring pizza next time?’
‘I didn’t say there was going tobea next time,’ I reply, studiously avoiding looking at him as I gather wet towels and other sexual detritus.
‘Yeah, love, you kinda did.’ He stands, dropping his T-shirt to the bed. In two languid steps, he takes the towels from me, dropping them back on the chair, and my traitorous body loves it as he takes my hips in his hands.
‘I want to do this again,’ he says, sort of shimmying my body between his fingertips. ‘Look at me, Chastity.’ So I do. It’s hard not to when he uses that tone. Smooth, confident, and uniquely him.Flynn Phillips, why are you so irresistible?‘I’m just puttin’ it out there,’ he says. ‘No pressure. I want to see you again, and I don’t want to have to wait six months this time.’
‘Flynn ...’ His name sounds ridiculously long as I sigh.And not for effect.
‘We don’t have to give it a name or make it a thing unless that would help.’ He ducks his head to catch my reluctant gaze. ‘Would it help? You wanna call this a friends with benefits deal?’
