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“Baby, you should like it every bit as much as you do. No other girl ever had that effect on me. You were always special, and you’ve grown up into a fucking amazing woman.”

“Language,” she murmured with a good-natured smile.

I laughed. “You like my foul mouth, admit it.”

“Nope,” she said, sitting back to take a sip of her wine.

“Liar,” I accused and laughed. “You are a sucky liar.”

She shook her head, and I grinned. “Bet I can change your mind.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re a cocky man, Flynn.”

I smirked. “I know my capabilities, that’s all. And I know you, Ara.”

She swallowed hard and when she didn’t say anything else, I leaned forward and crooked my finger at her. Eyeing me wearilyfor a moment, she complied, and I grinned.

“Let’s dance while we talk,” I suggested softly.

Her smile made my cock go hard in my jeans, and it was an effort not to tangle my fingers in her thick hair and pull her mouth to mine.

Winking, I offered her my hand and she took it, heat climbing up her cheeks. I led her to the dance floor where several couples were already dancing and pulled her close. No, we didn’t know any real dances but holding her close and swaying was all I needed.

“You ready to be proven wrong?” I whispered.

She grinned. “Give it your best shot, Flynn.”

Smirking, I leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “First of all, you look fucking gorgeous in that dress.”

She gave a breathy laugh and shook her head. “You didn’t need the curse in there.”

“Second,” I said, continuing as if she hadn’t spoken. “Your smile is fucking spectacular, and it makes me think all sorts of dirty things I want to do with your mouth.”

Her breath hitched, and I traced a finger across her cheek and down her neck until my fingers were spanned across the slim column.

“Third: I fucking loved the sight of my handprint on your neck today, and all I could think about was fucking you with my hand around your throat while you squeeze my cock with your tight pussy.”

Her breath stuttered and she swallowed hard. “Flynn.”

“I liked pinning you beneath me this morning in bed and feeling your hot body pressed into mine,” I whispered. Her pupils blew wide, and her breath stalled. “I liked holding your hands down and letting you feel my hard cock pressing into you, teasing you. I wanted to slide my hands beneath the waistband of your shorts and feel your slick pussy, to play with your clit until I had youscreaming my name as you came.”

She pressed tighter against me as if needing to friction, and the moment she did, I knew she could feel the bulge in my jeans. Her mouth fell open with a small pant and I leaned closer, nipping at her lower lip.

“I fuckinglovethe way you say my name with that little gasp, and the way every thought or desire is printed across your face for me to read. And Ifuckinglove that, despite all these years, you still get on me about my language.”

We were barely moving now, merely swaying on the spot as I murmured all these things to her. I was very aware of the heat sweeping up her cheeks and the way her gray eyes were nearly black with arousal.

“Flynn.”

“Ready to admit you like my dirty mouth, Angel?”

Her gaze dropped to my mouth, and she leaned in close, her eyes glazed with lust, her breathing that smallest bit uneven.

“Flynn?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

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