Page 48 of Over the Edge

My reflection stared back at me—flushed cheeks, wild eyes, lips swollen from his kisses. I looked thoroughly ravished, completely undone. The woman in the mirror was someone I barely recognized, raw, vulnerable, exposed in ways that had nothing to do with being naked.

Flynn carefully withdrew, his hands never leaving my body as he steadied me. The loss of him left me feeling oddly hollow, but I wasn’t ready to examine that too closely. He disappeared briefly to deal with the condom, then returned to wrap his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder as we gazed at our reflection.

“You okay?”

I turned to face him, still panting, and?—

Reality hit like a sledgehammer.

I just fucked Flynn Shepherd.

My eyes flew wide, and I shoved him away with a sound that was half gasp, half accusation.

“Holy shit,” I said, scooping up my clothes and clutching them to my naked body like they could protect me from… whatever this was.

Flynn just grinned that signature cocky smirk I’d promised myself I wouldn’t fall for.

“What?” he asked, all innocent.

“What?” I couldn’t even process what he’d just done to me. What we’d done together. My brain felt like it had been struck by lightning and left smoldering.

“You look surprised.” He took a step toward me, all easy arrogance and simmering heat. He was still naked, and he was already hard again, his cock standing out from his body in a way that sent another jolt of desire through me.

Like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless.

Like he had every intention of using it again tonight.

He was more dangerous to me than anyone else in this city—a live wire I’d just grabbed with both hands and wanted to grab again.

“Surprised?” I laughed, a little too high-pitched, a little too frantic as I backed away. “I’m not surprised. I’m… I’m insane, apparently.”

That earned me a low chuckle and another step forward. “Insanity looks good on you.”

“You—” My words faltered as I yanked on my shirt.

“I what?” He was close now, so close I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember why I was supposed to be mad or cautious or anything but completely feral for him.

No.

Flynn Shepherd was off-limits. He was a walking red flag. He was everything I didn’t need, everything I shouldn’t want.

But here I was, aching for another taste.

He tilted my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet his. “You wanted me.” It wasn’t a question, and we both knew it. “You begged for me.”

My skin felt raw, hyperaware of every breath, every nerve still buzzing from the intensity. “I didn’t think…”

“You didn’t think I’d fuck you until you screamed my name?” His grin widened. “I told you I would, princess.”

The memory flashed, and another jolt of need pulsed through me. I glared at him to cover the flush creeping up my neck. “You’re such a dick.”

He laughed, low and wicked. “Pretty sure you love my dick.”

“Pretty sure I hate you.” But my words were weak, unraveling at the edges as I fumbled with my clothes.

“Keep lying to yourself, princess. We both know you’re not done with me.”

His mouth was on mine again, brutal and sweet, relentless and coaxing all at once. I should have pushed him away, should have remembered what a bad idea he was, should have remembered why I hated that cocky grin and arrogant swagger.

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