Page 78 of Midnight Racers

My eyebrow arched at his lecherous smile. He was deliberately laying it on thick since I had lived the life of a prude compared to other women my age. Shit, I was even on the weak side of vanilla, and no one had ever gone down on me before Flynn visited my southern climates with his mouth and tongue.

“Something tells me that it isn’t your heart that is involved in the process.”

His laugh washed over me. “It’s a big world out there and life is too short not to experience pleasure in all its forms,” he replied. “Ultimate pleasure can only be achieved when you work for it.”

“Sounds exhausting,” I said dryly.

He picked up my hand and placed a kiss to the pulse point at my wrist. “There is an exhaustion that comes when your body physically can’t take any more and your dick is down for the count.” His tongue flicked my pulse. “When you’ve come so hard so many times that if the building was on fire, you’d lie there because you had reached the peak of pleasure and refuse to try and make your limbs work.”

His words rippled down my spine in an erotic tingle to settle low in my stomach. My thighs clamped together because my clit was pulsing with need.

“Sounds like you’re talking from experience,” I whispered, a stab of jealousy piercing deep into my chest.

“I wish,” Flynn laughed. “I’ve been around long enough to hear the Doms chat about their experiences, and their involvement in the orgy rooms that can last hours and hours. Some guys take a Viagra or two before going in there to last longer and participate for hours.”

“Talk about performance anxiety,” I quipped.

“Men need a minute before they can have sex again,” he said as he turned into the lane to his house. “A woman can lie there and get fucked by fifty consecutive men.”

“I thought orgies belonged in ancient Rome and Pompei.”

Flynn stopped the engine and turned to face me in his seat. The expression in his eyes was intense. “Orgies are very much alive and well in this century. There is no shame in enjoying sex, Charlotte, it’s the most natural experience in the world.”

I chewed the side of my mouth. Was he trying to tell me I was bad at sex? None of my previous partners had been overly flattering to me at the end of our relationships, making it clear they wanted more than I was prepared to give.

The seatbelt refused to open since my hands trembled, my emotions starting to crest over me and tears to form at the backs of my eyes.

“Charlotte?” Flynn’s voice was soft with a question behind it.

I emerged from the car with unseeing eyes, almost tripping over my feet as I tried to make my way into the house.

“Charlotte?” Flynn’s hand grasped my arm to spin me around to face him. “Are you okay?”

He saw too much—he always saw too damn much with those green eyes that seemed to bore into my very soul in search of answers.

I dashed the treacherous tear away as it defied me to roll down my cheek. “I’m sorry I’m not exciting enough in bed. I already know that from the past, but I can’t change who I am.” I tried to drag my arm away from his grasp.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” Flynn demanded, his expression filled with shock as if I’d just slapped him.

“You told me I was ashamed of myself in sex. You’re not the first man to tell me I’m crap in bed. Please, just leave it. I’m tired.”

His hand wrapped around my throat to tilt my head back. “One, that is not what I said. Two, if you were bad at sex, I wouldn’t have lost my fucking head and forgot to use a condom. Three, what the fuck, Charlotte?” He pressed me into the wooden front door, his gaze refusing to let mine go.

I didn’t know how to reply. My response in the past had been to walk away, but Flynn made that impossible. He stood there, his eyes blazing pits of emotions that demanded I confess all my sins.

“I—” I tried to swallow but his hand around my throat made the gesture almost impossible.

He leaned down until his lips touched my ear. “I don’t do charity cases, Charlotte. You’re in my home and my bed because I want you there.”

I stared helplessly into the darkness of his garden, his words penetrating deeply into me.

“Do I want to tie you to a frame in Midnight Manor and fuck you until you scream for mercy? Yes. This was supposed to be an itch to scratch and now it’s a fucking inferno in my blood that won’t abate. You make me crave things that I swore I would never have in my life, and I want to hate you for that, but instead, I find myself finding more ways to keep you in my life.”

My body pressed into his when I couldn’t resist his presence any longer.

“I can’t keep doing this, Charlotte,” he continued. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”

My hands landed on his waist. “I know the feeling,” I whispered. I had been happy in my solitary life until he walked in and ripped it apart. Now I doubted if I would ever be able to sleep without his presence beside me and his heavy arm draped over me.

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