Chapter 26
CHASTITY
My heart beats like a drum as I dash up the stairs, excited, and eager, and apprehensive. Yes, apprehensive. The kind that comes from feeling guilty for keeping him hanging.
When I reach the top of the stairs, I quickly check my reflection, my complexion flushing at the memory of Flynn holding me captive in this exact place to torture me.We’ve come so far since.I hope he feels the same.
I turn and make my way to my bedroom but don’t make it that far as a white shirted arm reaches out, pulling me into my home office.
‘Flynn.’ As he closed the door, my hand rises and falls over my still rapidly beating heart. ‘You scared me.’ The room is dark; the light from the streetlamp outside the only light in the room.
‘Sorry, duchess. I couldn’t wait until they’ve all gone to get you alone.’
I inhale a deep breath and push it out through a slight pout. ‘I half expected to find you naked and spread out on my bed, a red ribbon tied around your dick. And where are your glasses?’
Flynn laughs, bringing me closer, his big hands on my hips. ‘You like those, yeah?’
I nod. ‘Hell, yeah.’
‘Maybe I’ll wear them for you next time.’ His gravelly chuckle shimmers down my spine. ‘But for now, I have another plan. No ribbon, but it does involve my dick.’
‘Oh, I’m intrigued.’
‘So I’ve got your attention?’ In an effort to restrain my smile, I bite my lip as I nod yes. ‘Good,’ he says with a nod, a nod that quickly turns to a shake of his head. ‘God, you look gorgeous.’ His gaze is dark, but his expression earnest as he devours me without touch.
‘You like my dress?’ I don’t mean to sound so coy, but his avid gaze is so brazen.
‘It’s almost a dress,’ he says, his eyes roaming before landing on the ragged lacy hem. ‘It looks like they forgot to put anything on under the belt.’
I laugh, and it feels so good. Time with Flynn is like stepping into a bath. The difference is, you never know what it’s going to be filled with.Warm sudsy water tonight. Familiar and sweetly scented and such a treat.
But as he drags his hand up my bare leg, the atmosphere changes.
‘I have missed you so much.’ His tone is deep and sincere.
‘I know. I’m sorry. I’ve missed you, too.’
‘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 on my hips pulling me in for a second touch. A touch 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 like a laugh. ‘That’s why you brought me in here?’
‘Well, I always wanted to fuck in an office, too. Does that count?’
