Page 74 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

She shudders and shifts against me with a raised eyebrow, the light blush from earlier darkening to a deeper shade of red. “And then?”

“And then, I’m going to do it all over again.”

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RACHEL

Flynn’s words send a rush of something through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s not just attraction. It’s not just lust. It’s like what I imagine a shot of heroin or snort of coke feels like, roaring through my veins like a wildfire of pleasure.

Pure ecstasy.

This can’t be real.

Can’t be happening.

I must be dreaming. But having his hard cock pressed against my aching center and his lips molded to mine only solidifies the reality of everything happening.

When he typed those words, the truth hit me.

What had happened, who he was, what we had both been doing, and it was like a clash of worlds coming together—the real one where I hid what I wanted and lived in misery and the digital one where I was myself for brief moments in time.

Everything I ever wanted was right next door in the person who has been my best friend and my rock for so damn long, and I never even realized it.

How could I have been so damn blind?

It’s Flynn. My Flynn.

He’s been right here the entire time, hiding this from me while I’ve been struggling to conceal what I really want. The irony isn’t lost on me, nor is the way my body responds to him so naturally as he turns toward his house and walks without taking his lips from mine.

Licking between exploring kisses.

Kissing between panting breaths.

Nipping between muttered filthy words.

He reaches the door, steps through it, and kicks it closed behind us. “I want to fuck you in every inch of this damn house, but there’s one place in particular I’ve been dreaming about for a long time.”

I jerk my head back and narrow my eyes at him. “A long time?”

What does he mean, a long time?

He presses his lips back to mine without an answer and walks straight over to the black leather chaise along the side of the wall near the fireplace.

I’ve always loved this chaise. And the sudden visions of Flynn drilling me bent over it has my pussy clenching and my clit throbbing. He stops next to it, and I release my legs and let my feet slide to the floor. He grips my chin and tilts my face up.

His eyes darken and swim with something I’ve never seen there before. Lust. And something much deeper that tears the breath from my lungs. “I never knew you wanted this.”

“I never knew you could give it to me.”

If I had, things would have been different. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. I spent years ignoring my attraction to him, telling myself it could never happen because it would only end in disaster.

He leans down and stops his lips a mere hairsbreadth from mine. “Strip, then get on your hands and knees on the chaise. I want to see that beautiful ass in the air and that pussy spread wide open for me.”

Jesus. Where did he learn to talk like that?

It certainly wasn’t in Catholic school.

He takes a step back and watches as I grasp the hem of my blouse, tug it up over my head, and let it flutter to the floor, leaving me standing in my black leather pants and black lace bra.

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