She tilted her head back, her delicate brow furrowed, mouth curved down. “Wh—”
He didn’t let her get the words out. His other hand went around her nape so he could crush his mouth to hers. They collapsed on the bed in a tangle, their lips fused, her hands busily working to take off his underwear, his just as busy to tear at the thin silk of her panties. They ripped when he tugged extra hard, and he smiled against her mouth.
“Did you just tear my favorite panties?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” he promised before he kissed her, his tongue sweeping the interior of her mouth as he made fast work of removing her shredded panties, his fingers brushing against her heated center for the briefest moment, making her suck in a harsh breath.
“Promise?” She slipped her hands over his ass, gripping him tight, hauling him in closer, and he rolled them over so he was on top once more, kicking off his underwear. They were pressed against each other, completely naked.
Finally.
Chapter Four
Flynn Foley had her pinned to the mattress with his big body, his hips against hers, his erection pressed hard and insistent against her belly, his mouth locked with hers, and all Aubrey could think was finally.
Finally his hands were coasting all over her skin. Finally his tongue was circling hers. Finally he was gripping her thighs and spreading her legs and touching her right there and…oh.
Yeah. So he was a virgin. That revelation still blew her mind, but what blew it even more was how good he was. She hadn’t lied when she’d told him she didn’t think he was an amateur. He moved, he touched, he kissed and thrust and licked and sucked like a pro.
Considering who she was with, this shouldn’t surprise her. The man was intense. Focused. Hardworking and always, without fail, doing whatever he did right.
Like how he was stroking her between her legs with such precision, such expertise. Careful but firm, he teased her folds. He ran his finger over her clitoris, and when he then proceeded to thrust said finger inside her welcoming body…
“Oh God,” she choked out, breaking away from his lips to let the delicious sensations his fingers were inflicting on her body sweep over her.
His mouth found her neck. “You’re wet.”
“Mmm.” Yes, she was. She was also trying to catch her breath. Everything within her swirled and tumbled, his fingers pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She’d been primed the entire night, from the moment she first saw him at the after party.
“Hot,” he continued, his voice so deep she could feel it vibrate in his chest and pulse through her. “Wet and hot and ready for this.”
“Ready for you,” she corrected, making his finger pause.
He lifted away so he could study her upturned face, and she wondered what he saw. She knew what she was looking at—handsome face, full of intense concentration, glittering green eyes, even darker than usual, and that beautiful, swollen mouth. A mouth that had just been kissing her senseless. A mouth she wanted to feel all over her body.
Soon. First, she wanted to feel him inside her body. Yeah, that sounded good. That sounded perfect.
“Ready for me,” he murmured as he bent down and pressed his mouth to hers. He circled her clit with his finger, tighter and tighter, pressing harder. She broke away from his lips to cry out, her belly tightening, her limbs tingling.
“All for me.” At his words, she broke, the orgasm consuming her, sweeping her away. His mouth was at her neck again, his fingers still teased her clit, and his tongue licked her skin as she shook within his embrace. He pulled away from her. The loss of his heat, his fingers in her body immediately left her feeling alone, but she pried open her eyes just in time to watch him tear open the condom wrapper and slip the ring over his erection.
Her breath left her in ragged gasps, and her heart squeezed. Good Lord, the man was big. Could she take it? She was nice and loose after that spectacular orgasm. She was still shaking, her heart racing, her brain foggy with lust and affection and wonder that this man had just rocked her world so thoroughly.
And he wasn’t even finished yet.
Flynn came back over, and she spread her legs, accommodating him as he nestled his hips between her thighs. His cock teased her wet center as he nudged against her, back and forth, the head pressing against her clit and making her writhe beneath him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured just as he entered her. Slowly filling her up, inch by inch, her breath leaving her in a gust of shuddery air as he slid deeper. As deep as he could go, completely embedded in her as she lay there and took him in.
Pausing, he waited, his cock pulsing inside her body, his hands braced on her pillow, his fingers grappling in her hair, tugging it. She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her, his eyes tightly closed, his mouth thin, his entire expression one of fierce concentration.
Aubrey reached for him, resting her hand against his cheek, and he opened his eyes. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice soft.
He cracked a rueful smile. “I don’t want to move too fast. You feel so damn good, Aub.” Turning his head into her hand, he kissed her palm. “I’m afraid this might end before it really gets started, if you know what I mean.”
His words, the sincerity and humor in his voice touched her deeply. Too deeply. Unable to process pesky emotions at the moment, she dropped her hand and let it land on his shoulder, her fingers caressing his smooth, hot skin. Slowly, silently, they began to move, Flynn withdrawing almost all the way from her body before he slid back inside, the heated friction of his pulsating cock making her moan.
His long, measured thrusts would be the death of her. She knew it. And at the moment, she was okay with it. Fine, so she’d die being fucked by the ever-patient, ever-accurate, and ever-controlled Flynn Foley. At least she’d die happy. Her mother might be ashamed when the headline read, “Hawks Publicist Dies While De-Virginizing Foley,” but Aubrey wouldn’t be around to see it, so no biggie.
She wound her shaky legs around his hips and clung to him, her hands gripping his shoulders so tight that her nails were leaving dents in his skin. He didn’t seem to notice. He was so completely focused on the push and pull of their bodies. His face was full of intent concentration, and sweat beaded on his forehead. She trailed her fingers down the distended cords of muscle in his neck, across his collarbone.
He didn’t so much as flinch. Damn it, she wanted to see him lose control, fall apart, come undone. All of those awesome, amazing things would happen because of her. She wanted to be the cause of his undoing.
“Flynn.” Her breathless whisper made him cast his gaze down to hers. “Go faster.”
Without a word, he increased his pace, and she held him tighter, the wondrous friction their joined bodies created sending sparks of tingling heat deep in her core. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he reached beneath her with one hand sprawled across her butt and held her even closer, his hips thrusting, his breath hot and heavy near her ear.
“You feel amazing,” he said with a groan, startling her. Had she ever heard Flynn say that word? She didn’t think so, but, oh, it sounded good right now. He sounded ragged, and his movements were becoming less precise, as if he finally might be losing control, and she gripped his neck tight, moving her head back so he could kiss her.
It was a sloppy, decadent kiss, full of open mouths, harsh breaths, and tangling tongues. He rammed his hips, and she writhed beneath him, begging him for more. For him to go deeper, harder, faster, all of those good, delicious words that meant her orgasm was imminent.
Because it was. It so was. Two orgasms in one night, talk about a bonus. The virgin had touched her as though he’d somehow found the Aubrey Cooper playbook and studied night after night just how to make her go off like a rocket.
Like she was about to at this…very…moment.
“Omigod.” The three words came out as one as they fell from her lips. Another magical orgasm swept through her, rendering her s
till, rendering her completely stupid as she moaned Flynn’s name and clung to him as if she would never let him go. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder, wincing at how tight he squeezed her butt but liking it all the same.
His orgasm followed right after hers, his entire body going stiff, a rough sound coming from deep within his chest just as his big, vibrating body was racked with shudders. She ran her hands up and down the wide expanse of his back as his orgasm went on and on, smiling when she felt his lips move against her neck. He whispered her name, his voice tortured, and she felt that little whisper down to the very depths of her soul.
Her eyes flew open, and she stared at the ceiling as they clung to each other, the sound of their frantic breathing filling the room. Great. No way could she settle for this one night with Flynn and then move on. Not after what they’d just shared. She wanted more.
More, more, more.
The words were like a scary mantra in her head. Not good. This was so not good.
…
Flynn carefully rolled off Aubrey and climbed out of bed, then padded toward the connected bathroom as he removed the condom from his erection. He tossed it in the trash and ran a hand over his hair, his muscles aching, but in a good way. Hell, he felt on top of the world at the moment, as if he’d just scored a winning touchdown. As if he’d conquered Aubrey and made her his.
He stared at his reflection, which he could barely make out in the mostly dark bathroom. What the hell? Was he gonna go all caveman on her and drag her around by the hair, announcing to everyone, as he beat on his chest, “Hands off. This woman belongs to me”?
Grimacing, he exited the bathroom and stopped short at the foot of his bed when he saw Aubrey. She was lying on her stomach, her legs bent at the knees, feet in the air. Completely naked, with that pert ass of hers on blatant display, the graceful curve of her back, all that gorgeous red hair tousled like a wild cloud about her head. She had her cell phone in her hands—when she’d gone and grabbed it so quickly, he wasn’t sure, but damn, the girl had to be fast—and the glow of the screen illuminated her pretty face. She was nibbling on her lower lip, reading something so intently she didn’t seem to hear him reenter the room.
He reached out and tickled the bottom of her foot, making her yelp, and she turned, her expression guilty as her gaze met his, her phone clutched tightly in one hand.
“Sorry,” he said, not sorry at all for scaring her. It had earned him a gander at those perfect breasts of hers, and he was staring at her chest. Blatantly.
And he really didn’t care if she knew it, either.
“I think you just took five years off my life.” He didn’t release his hold on her foot as he skimmed her instep, and she flexed against his wandering fingers, rotating her ankle. “That feels good.”
Flynn gripped her ankle, his thumb brushing over her skin. “You all right?” He wasn’t referring to just the scare. Was she okay after what had happened between them? They did work together, after all. And she’d certainly seemed into it. He’d made damn sure she’d gotten her satisfaction before he’d taken his, but it had been difficult holding back. That first moment of sinking inside of her, all that wet, tight heat clinging to his dick…
Damn. He was getting hard all over again, just thinking about it.
“I’m fine.” She flashed him a soft smile, her gaze skittering away from his. “Great, actually.” A little pause, and that smile disappeared. Just like that. She kept her eyes averted, too. “How about you?”
That she looked so unsure drove him crazy. He hated that. Hated more that he was the one who made her feel that way. He wanted what they shared to be light and easy, not heavy and uncomfortable.
He needed to make this right.
Quietly, he crawled onto the bed next to her, sprawled out like she was, and lay on his stomach so they were shoulder to shoulder. He pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek and smiled at her. “You really have to ask?”
She shrugged, her cheeks turning the faintest pink. Shifting to her right, she set her phone on the floor—damn, he really needed to buy a freaking bedside table—before she resumed her position. “I just wanted to make sure because…you know why.”
Mmm-hmm. He did know why. He was glad to get rid of the virgin status, but did she feel some sort of odd responsibility for taking it from him? Not that he hadn’t given it away gladly. It had become his cross to bear. An annoying, inhibiting thing that had become harder and harder to get rid of.
Not with Aubrey, though. He liked her. So their relationship had morphed from working mode to sex mode. Not that they could realistically continue this. They should probably keep what had happened between them a secret, considering the no-dating-employees clause the Hawks organization had.
He leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder once. Her skin was smooth and warm beneath his lips and, unable to resist, he kissed her again. Then again and again, until she turned her head to look at him, her dark gaze turbulent, her lips parted. “It was amazing,” he murmured. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
The flush on her cheeks turned darker, and her lids lowered, shielding her gaze from his. “Now you’re just trying to embarrass me.”
“No, I’m being truthful.” He grabbed hold of her so quick, she squealed and tried to get away, but his reflexes were too fast and her struggle was weak anyway. Rolling over onto his back, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him. Her legs fell apart, so she straddled him, and all that sweet heat cozied up next to his cock. Yep, there he went, hard as can be, as though he hadn’t just come his brains out only minutes ago. “Maybe we should do it again,” he suggested hopefully.
Her laughter was such a pretty sound, light and sweet, he wanted to hear it again. He slid his hand down the length of her back, his fingers pausing at the side of her waist, and he lightly tickled her there. Testing her. She squirmed and angled away from his hand, trying to dodge his touch.
“Ticklish?” he asked innocently, stilling his hand.
“Totally.” She clamped her lips together as if she was trying to restrain her laughter from escaping. Now, that was a damn shame. He tickled her harder, and she tried to jerk away from his fingers, but he held firm, his other arm clamped tight around her waist. “Stop, Flynn,” she said weakly.
“Stop? That is the last word you should say to me.” He flipped her over so she was the one lying on her back, and he tickled her in earnest. She tried to pull away, tried to bend over and block him, but he wasn’t having it. “You saying stop only makes me want to tickle you harder.”
Finally she gave in and burst out laughing, swatting at his hands, gasping when he touched a particularly sensitive spot. He kept it up until she was begging him to stop, her voice hoarse from too much laughter and squealing, tears coming from her eyes. Without thought, he kissed them away, then took her mouth in a gentle kiss that turned heated in seconds.
His fingers went from tickling to caressing, skimming her soft stomach, her full breasts, drifting his knuckles across her hard nipples. His cock was more than ready to sink back inside her, and he figured he’d need to grab the entire box of condoms and just leave them by the bed at the rate they were going.
“Flynn.” She whispered his name against his lips, and he paused, lifting up so he could stare down at her. “Are we really going to be…okay? When we go back to work?”
He watched her, his brain scrambling and trying to come up with something to say. But what? How could he predict if they were going to be okay or not? He had no clue, having never been in a situation like this one before.
Tonight with Aubrey, so far, had been pretty spectacular. Could this really continue, though? Could they be together like normal people who don’t care about each other beyond a working relationship during the day and then spend their nights getting naked together? Did she want to continue on like that?
Did he?
“We’ll be fine,” he finally said, though his words didn’t seem to ease the worry lines on her f
orehead. “I’m a big boy—”
She snorted, cutting him off. “Isn’t that the truth?”
A chuckle escaped him. “And you’re a big girl. We’re grown-ups. We can handle this.”
“I can if you can,” she said solemnly as she reached up to trace his bottom lip with her finger. “But we can’t tell anyone.”
He nodded. “No one.”
“This is our secret.”
“Our secret,” he agreed, nipping the tip of her finger with his teeth.
She smiled and lifted up, her mouth right at his, her breath warm against his lips as she spoke. “So we need to play nice.”
“I always play nice,” he said, his hand curving around her breast, his thumb brushing back and forth across her nipple.
Her breath caught in her throat, her lips falling open just as he was about to kiss her. “Well, maybe you should start playing dirty,” she murmured before he took her mouth in a deep, hot kiss.
Just before he proceeded to play dirty with her for the rest of the night.
Chapter Five
“An emergency lunch?” Willow Cavanaugh sat down across from Aubrey at the little deli that was a few miles from the Hawks stadium. Close enough for Aubrey to dash over to but far enough that no one else from the Hawks franchise would eat there.
Besides, it was almost two o’clock. A late lunch had been on the surprise agenda, since she’d been swamped from the moment she’d gotten to work, earlier that morning. Thankfully, Willow had been in town, free—and most likely curious—so she’d readily agreed to meet her.
Aubrey was in desperate need of advice. And she had no one else to turn to. She wasn’t local, so she hadn’t really gotten a chance to make new friends beyond the people she worked with, and she worked mostly with men. She thought she could call Willow, Nick Hamilton’s girlfriend, a semifriend. Maybe coming to Willow in her time of need would bring them closer together.
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