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“Fucking beautiful, baby. Lie down on the bed,” he ordered.

I hesitated only a second before doing as he said. The cool bedding was a welcome relief on my heated skin, and I pushed backward until I was fully on the bed. Flynn stood over me, shirtless, the image he presented was powerful and wholly masculine.

“Spread your legs for me, Angel.”

At once, self-consciousness tried to invade, but I kept my eyes locked with his and drew on the assurance he gave me. With anyone else, I’d have been embarrassed. But Flynn made me feel confident, sexy.

I let my thighs fall apart and watched his heated eyes stray to the black lace there. He grunted as he adjusted the large bulge in his jeans before he knelt on the bed before me.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered.

“What?” I asked, frowning.

He gave me a look. “I want you to keep your hands above your head. Do not take them down, or I’ll stop.”

I swallowed hard and slowly did as he said.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, and goddamn did it have a huge effect on me.

“If you want me to stop, just say so, Ara. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want. But if you’ll trust me, I know I can make you feel good.”

Oh, I would have bet my house on that. I nodded and swallowed hard as he reached for the lace thong and drew it down my legs and flicked it somewhere off to the right of the bed. His gaze was still centered between my legs, and he lowered himself there.

My face was burning, but I could barely lie still, desperate for him to ease the ache he’d caused. Using his arms, he looped them around my thighs and yanked me closer to him. “Fucking dreamed of this,” he murmured.

Before I could draw another breath, he buried his face between my legs anddevouredme. There was no slow work-up, no gentle teasing… Flynn went to town like I was his last meal.

I’d never had anyone go down on me with so much… enthusiasm. My previous relationships had been tepid compared to the heat Flynn had already brought to the table, and we’d barely even started.

I cried out, my back arching as he used his tongue and fingers to bring me pleasure. Goddamn, he was a pro at this. I bunched his hair in my hands, and he stopped.

“What did I say, Ara?” he asked.

It took me a moment to realize what I’d done, and I immediately put my hands back up. “Sorry.”

“Next time, I spank your ass. Got it?”

I bit my lip at that, not understanding why his warning turned me on even more. He smirked when I nodded, feeling as though he knew exactly my reaction to that threat.

Moments later, I was moaning again and I whimpered, trying to squeeze my thighs closed, but he tightened his grip and keptthem open, using his broad shoulders to wedge them apart.

“Flynn, God… honey, it’s… it’s too much,” I cried, feeling myself get closer and closer to the edge as I bunched the bedding in my fists. I’d only had one other boyfriend who’d managed to get me to come just over half of the time without my assistance, and I was desperate for Flynn to be better, to know how to please a woman.

He didn’t stop even when I begged, and I gripped his hair in my fists again without thinking.

The sharp sting of a slap to my backside had me yelping and I looked down at him with wide eyes.

“Hands. Up,” he repeated, his voice low and rumbly. Why was that so hot?

Nodding, I swallowed hard and did as ordered. Before long, I was back to pleading with him to stop while my body begged him not to. My hips rocked against his mouth as he worked me ever closer to a climax. Just as I was about to fall off it, he pulled back.

“No!” I cried and looked down at him. “I kept my hands where they’re meant to be,” I reminded. He was smirking at me, green eyes knowing and filled with lust and mischief.

“Why?” I demanded.

“You’re still thinking too loud. Trust me to make you feel mindless, Ara. Let me work.”

And with that, he ducked his head again and I moaned, wondering if I’d survive his tactics.

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