Page 11 of Immortal Sins
“I know someone’s in there. Open the door, or I will.” Mr. Brady’s threat rains across my shoulders like an ice storm.
Flynn abandons the folders and joins me by the main desk. In one swift movement, he works his button-down shirt open. The familiar tattoos on the golden planes of his chest delay my response by a millisecond. They’re identical to Cole’s.
I hiss under my breath.
He jerks his chin at the door.
I swallow hard, understanding his plan. He boosts me on the desk, and I wrap my thighs around him. My breath catches when he buries his fingers in my hair like it’s the most natural thing to do.
The doorknob rattles.
I know what comes next. It’s the second time that a kiss between us doesn’t count. I still want to whip him for the first. He leans in until we share breath but stops, as though asking for my permission.
I give him a small nod, and he presses his lips to mine. Compared to the kisses we shared while I was under the thrall of the love potion, this one doesn’t sicken me—or compel my magic to burn him.
Flynn’s tongue darts out to tease my bottom lip. Arms linked behind his neck, I kiss him back. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t allow it, shouldn’tenjoyit, but none of them comes to me in that moment, the guilt squashed by the subterfuge.
“Flynn. What the fuck?” Brady asks.
My eyes snap open, and I hide behind a veil of curls.
“The office was empty,” Flynn drawls, not giving me an inch of space, my legs still wrapped tightly around his midriff.
Brady’s aggressive stance melts. “You need to be careful. If someone caught you here…”
The Fae shrugs. “Oz was always such a prick about his office being private. I couldn’t resist.”
“He’s headmaster now.” He doesn’t look twice at me or address me in any way, a fact that simply enrages me. To him, I’m just another girl that fell under Flynn’s charms.
“Makes fucking on his desk even better.” Flynn rubs a fiery path up my thighs and below the hem of my skirt. His fingertips graze the edge of my nylons.
I grab his wrists and peel him off me. “Enough. Let’s go to your room.”
With a barely contained chuckle, Flynn laces our fingers. “Yes, ma’am.”
Three steps outside the office, he pins me to the wall and kisses me stupid. I clench my fists, but Brady must still be in eyesight, so I continue to play along.
The Fae kisses the slope of my neck thoroughly. Selfishly. Eyes fixed on his dark tattoos, I run a trembling hand across his bare chest.
The answering growl softens my legs.
A husky pant caresses my ear. “You know you can’t just summon him here by touching his mark, don’t you?” He squeezes my hips and grinds against me in a scandalous fashion before releasing me and luring me deeper into Winter Hall’s labyrinth.
My stomach churns with fire and nerves. Once we are definitely out of sight, I press a hand to my mouth. “Why so much?”
“Brady caught me with many girls before, and he likes to watch. I figured leaving him horny as hell would make him more amenable. He won’t tell anyone what he saw now.”
I struggle to find my breath. “Do you hear yourself?”
“Do you feel your pulse right now, witch?” He raises my wrist in front of my eyes, his thumb flat on my artery. “You turned into a puddle the second you saw my tattoos.”
“You didn’t have them at the beach games.” I’ve seen Flynn half naked before, and I’m positive he didn’t have the tattoos.
“Imaskedthem at the Beach Games.” He swings open the door to his room. The motion reveals a cozy, somewhat large dorm with a queen-sized bed in the middle and a desk with two chairs in the back.
Jessa, Cole and Flynn’s female counterpart, lounges with her head propped over Flynn’s pillows. She snaps her book shut as we come in. An intricate blue braid wraps around her head in a beautiful, old-fashioned design, and her fair skin contrasts with the red duvet like the crisp white flesh of an apple.
The taste of Flynn’s kiss—strawberries, champagne, and shame—lingers on my tongue.
