Page 5 of The Passion

Although now, a vision of Flynn naked over top of me floods into my head, and I’m getting impatient to see the real thing.

“Agreed.” His hand, that is almost twice the size, takes mine and squeezes it as he steps forward, and my feet are stumbling backward in quick little steps. The moment both our bodies have cleared the door, his other hand grasps it and throws it closed with his pent-up energy. There is a loud bang, and before I can stand still, his fingers are gripping my waist and pivoting me toward the wall.

My back hits it but not with force.

“I left my gentleman at the door, but if you want him back, you just say the word.” His voice is a rumble, and all I can think is thank fuck for that.

“Glad you listened to the brief.” I’m trying to sound assertive, but I fear I’m failing.

He takes my bag off my shoulder and places it on the hall stand to my right. And the moment I am free of anything to inhibit me, his pelvis is pushing against me and pinning me to the wall. He shucks his jacket and carefully lays it over top of my bag. This man means business. He drops his cufflinks onto the table, and as he starts rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, he continues to grind his hips into my pussy.

Holy shit!

He’s so hard and making sure I know what he’s capable of.

“Now it’s my turn. You want to play this hot hard-ass bitch all night? Because I can take that. Or are you ready for me to fuck you long, hard, and better than you have ever been fucked before. Just as you requested.” While he’s making me almost melt, I’m thankful I have a wall behind me so I manage to stammer my reply.

“That… all of that…” And before I get finished, my hands are pinned above my head and his lips are taking mine.

He’s rough and demanding, not giving me any choice but to open my mouth for him. He pushes his tongue forward, and all I can do is let out a silent moan in his mouth as he grinds his cock against my sex.

My head is telling me I shouldn’t submit so easily, but my body is opening the door and telling him to take every single bit of me and do bad, dirty things to them.

Not just lay me down and fuck me.

I want it all tonight.

His mouth, his hands, and whatever the fuck that weapon in his pants is, I want him to fill every hole possible.

Tonight, I don’t want to be Lady Kentwall.

“Make me feel, Flynn, I want it all… Make me feel like Felisha. Let me feel the real me.”

God, why did I say that? No one gets to see the real Felisha. Rarely even me!

Yet the words leaving my lips felt like heaven.

This can’t happen. I can’t be vulnerable.

And especially not with Flynn!

Chapter Two

FLYNN

Iknew Felisha Kentwall was tough, and I’ve heard the stories, but I wasn’t expecting the woman in front of me.

Strong, independent, always in control, but still silently crying out to let it all go.

She doesn’t know how. I can see the turmoil in her eyes.

I should want to break her and feel the satisfaction of showing her what she needs in a man, but there is something about her. I just can’t do it.

Come on, baby, you can do it. Give in to your desire and let me give you what you need.

The words that slipped from her mouth sounded like a tortured soul, when she asked me to make her feel. But I can’t overthink this.

One-night stands don’t have feelings.

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