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He swirls his finger inside me, hitting that special spot.
“What happened, baby?”
“I went on a date with a stupid patient.” This is humiliating, but also, right now I’d tell him damn near anything if he just keeps hittingthatspot. Fuck, it feels so good to know a man is capable offindingthat spot.
“You’re not allowed to do that?”
“Not at the hospital I work at,” I say, moaning halfway through the sentence as he keeps strumming the delicious spot inside me. I rock my hips to meet his rhythm, both desperate for release and desperate to hold onto this feeling forever. “Workedat, that is.”
“Keep talking, baby.”
“My Director of Nursing caught me on a date with him. The least the jerk could’ve done was pretend to go to the restroombeforemy boss showed up at the restaurant.”
“What’s his name?”
“Why? Are you going to hunt him down or something?” I jest, wondering if Flynn Conners has a touch of morally gray hero in him after all.
He pulls his finger from inside me so suddenly it shocks my system.
“Tell me his name,” he insists in a way that leaves no room for argument. My body tingles with desire at the protective tone.
“Jerek with a J,” I say, shaking my head in shame. I’m so embarrassed that I fell for the whole thing. Jerek played me from the moment I stepped into that exam room. “I don’t remember his last name. I could find it on that post I made to warn other women about him, but Bella punted my phone downstream.”
“He’s an idiot,” Flynn says, his words a low growl against my ear as he plunges two fingers into me.
I cry out and sink into the instant pleasure. It’s as though his magic fingers have shut my brain off entirely. I can no longer remember the idiot’s name, and I don’t fucking care. All I care about is being in this tub with Flynn. There is nothing else—no stupid lost job, no failed dates, no worries at all. There is only this pleasure bubble I never want to leave.
Flynn retracts his fingers slowly, then pushes them back in with one quick, hard thrust. He repeats the motion over and over until I explode.
I see stars everywhere—behind my eyes, in the skylight, in the dying bubbles. The wave of pleasure is brutal yet delightful. I’ve never in my life experienced anything like it. Probably because until tonight, I’ve only ever been with boys.
And Flynn Conners isallman.
Chapter Eight
Flynn
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than the woman sleeping beside me, her reddish-auburn hair fanned across her pillow. A tattoo of a butterfly peeks out from the sheet draped over her shoulder. I trace the outline of it before pressing my lips to its center.
“Mmm,” she says, wriggling her ass into my crotch. “Oh!”
“It’s morning,” I say in apology. But the truth is, I’ve been hard since we were in the bathtub last night. Sleep has been nearly impossible for me.
After giving Devin an explosive orgasm in that bubble bath, I changed the sheets and carried her to bed. I could’ve spent the entire night savoring her pussy with my tongue, but she was fighting to stay awake. She needed rest.
“Already?” she asks, eyes gently fluttering open. She turns, shoulders dropping flat against the pillow. Those emerald orbs stare up at me, and I know it for certain: I’m in love with her.
I press a gentle kiss to her lips.
She snakes a hand up my neck, digging fingernails into the back of my head to pull me down as our lips move with more vigor.
When she reaches between us, fisting my cock, I groan. Her eager grip smears precum all over the swollen head. The fucker is ready to blow, and it takes all my restraint not to come. Not yet. And if she keeps stroking me like this, I’ll nut in seconds.
I kiss her hard, removing her hand from my cock.
“I wasn’t done,” she says, her tone a playful pout.
“You’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the cock dreams are made of, baby.”
