Page 70 of His Cowboy Heart

“No need,” I said as I leaned back a little. “I’ve got everything we need for smoothies in my fridge.”

Flynn sighed. “Sweetheart, we’re going to need to negotiate those smoothies, because I only managed to get them down the first time around because I wanted to get you into bed.”

“I know that. I also know that you might be able to hold out longer when we’re in that bed, but I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve to get my way. Do you really want to put yourself through that?”

“Will you keep sending me sexy pictures whenever I get in trouble?”

“Maybe.”

“When we have video sex, promise not to turn the camera away at the last minute.”

I pretended to think about it. “Either I keep it pointed at me and mute it or I turn it away and unmute it.”

Flynn chuckled. “You’re not going to take it easy on me, are you?”

“Not when it comes to making sure you and I are sitting in rocking chairs arguing about who’s wearing whose teeth.”

This time Flynn laughed. “Okay, you win.” He bent down and right before he kissed me, he whispered, “Just remember, sweetheart, turnabout is fair play.”

When we came up for air, I said, “Okay, I may or may not own a few restaurants between here and my apartment.”

“What kind of restaurants?” Flynn asked suspiciously.

“The kind that you’ll only get to eat at on special occasions.”

“Like my birthday?”

“Yes, your birthday.”

“And obviously Christmas.”

“Obviously,” I agreed. “Since I’m horny as hell and somehow need to ride seven blocks with a massive hard-on in front of hundreds of cops, reporters, and complete strangers, I’m going to speed this up a bit. No smoothies on any of the major holidays.”

“Are you talking about all the holidays that are recognized for the federal government or is there some wiggle room there? And what about the days before and after the actual holiday? And days like Black Frid?—”

I silenced him with a hard kiss. “Can we talk about this after you’re done fucking me senseless?”

Flynn nodded. “That’ll work. But it’ll probably be coming upduringthe fucking.”

I shivered at the thought of Flynn edging me until I gave in to anything he asked for. “Fine, I own the McDonalds around the corner and there’s a pizza place at the end of the block. And since this is New York, we can order anything you want at any hour of the day, but only after I’m satisfied that you’ve put your best effort forth.”

“Deal,” he began just as BJ gave my man a hard nudge. “Right,” Flynn murmured. “I don’t suppose that fancy apartment of yours has a freight elevator.”

“It does,” I said guardedly.

“And all that smoothie crap. I don’t suppose you have enough of all those green leafy vegetables to feed someone who’s say… hungry as a horse?”

I looked at BJ. “Flynn, this gorgeous, perfect, amazing guy brought you back to me. He can eat anything in my apartment that he wants and I’ll even give him your side of the bed when he’s ready for bedtime.” I gave BJ a big smooch on his face. “Just wait till I’m wearing my Racy Red lipstick. It’s a shade to die for and you have just enough white on your gorgeous face to leave plenty of kisses on.”

“What about me?” Flynn asked.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you wear it too, but I think it would be more special if you use a different shade when it’s ‘just you and your horse’ at night.” I began to laugh at Flynn’s annoyed expression. As expected, he was remembering the night when he’d admitted to calling his horse by the animal’s full name when it was just the two of them and I’d nearly busted a gut from laughing so hard.

“Your place, now,” Flynn growled.

“What about all that food?—”

He reached around BJ and tugged me forward. “Now,” he demanded.

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