As soon as Dee’s throat tightens around the head of my cock, I lose the fight. And with a flex of my fingers against her hair as my only warning, my vision turns white as I growl out my release, my hips jerking as she swallows me down, only stopping when I gently ease her off me.
With her hand still working between her legs, I’m already moving before she knows what I’m doing. I carry her over to the bed lining one side of my office and lower her onto it, jerking her shorts down her legs before diving in face first. Her back arches off the mattress as she quickly buries her face in my pillow, and I suck her swollen clit between my lips at the same time that I push two fingers inside her. I go at her hard, wanting to give back just as good as she gave me, ignoring my reinvigorated cock in the meantime. This is all for Dee, and the entire world could catch fire and it would not stop me from making her come right now.
Thank fuck it doesn’t take my girl long—she’s so turned on and on a hair’s trigger already—I thrust my fingers deep and curl them up as roll my tongue over her clit, and then the sweet, muffled sound of her climax wracking through her fills my ears.
When she finally comes back to earth, I’m kneeling on the floor beside her head. Dropping my lips to hers, we taste each other as we kiss, lazy and slow.
A satisfied smile transform her face. “Best. Day. Ever.”
“Love you, Dee.”
“Love you too, honey. Also, really loved that.”
“Me too. It was worth missing out on the food.”
“Well you did eat . . .” she says with wicked grin.
My lips twitch. “So did you.”
“Touché.”
“Indeed. Now let’s get cleaned up, and maybe Marco did me a solid and saved me a plate.”
She shrugs and holds out her hands for me. I pull her to her feet, then we quickly set out to right out clothes again. “If he didn’t, there’s plenty where that came from. I have an in with the chef, you know . . .?”
“Hmm.” I lean in and take one last, long, slow and deep kiss. “I think I have an in with her too.”
She laughs against my mouth, and I enjoy every second of it. “Good. Because you can be in her, whenever you want.”
“Or just with her. Because sometimes, seeing her is just as good.”
“Dammit. I have to kiss you again. You can’t say sweet, swoony stuff like that and not expect me to kiss you.
I can’t help grinning at her and leaning in so she’s all I can see. “Have at it, sweet cheeks. Never gonna stop you doing that.”
Chapter 18
Dee
“Why are you looking peaky?”
“I’m not. I’m fine. Perfectly fine.”
“Sure you are. That’s why you’re pacing a path into the rug,” Flynn says, looking amused from his stretched-out perch on our couch. “Why are you nervous? You weren’t worried when you met my parents for the first time.”
“Because you were raised by Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver. I just had to play the nice, respectable girl, who their son wanted to sleep with—I mean date—and charm them with my perceived innocence.”
Flynn arches a single brow. “Nice . . . respectable . . . innocent? Dee, we’d been banging for about three months at that stage.”
“Yes. But they didn’t know,” I snap.
Flynn rolls his eyes at me. “Well, they sure as shit guessed when we got caught making out in the back seat of my dad’s Buick.”
The memory of that night makes me gasp. “Oh my god. I’d forgotten about that.”
He tilts his head and looks up at me. “Bet you’re not nervous now.”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “Thank you.”
“Honestly, you’re an easy sell, but if I was in Rhodes’s shoes—a widow, a single father, and not dating for how long did you say?”
“Six years.”
His eyes widen. “There you go—six years—then the decision to introduce the woman I’ve been seeing for the past three months is not one I’d make lightly. Which means . . .”
“Which means he wants me to meet them and for them to meet me.” I study him for a moment. “And how are you with me and Harvs meeting the parents and going to this party tonight?”
Flynn swings his legs over the side of the couch and leans his elbows onto his legs. “Honestly, I’m happy for you. I wondered how it would feel, you know—you dating, putting yourself out there, but Rhodes kind of . . .”
“Fell into my lap?”
Flynn chuckles and shakes his head. “The way I heard it, it was you that needed saving, and there was no falling-into-laps involved.”
“Okay, two things. Stop talking to my brother, or mother, or whoever is giving you the goss.”
“Father. But carry on,” he muses.
My mouth drops open. “I never thought Dad would be the one to rat me out.” Flynn, Dad, and Ezra play golf every now and then. Flynn does it a lot for networking, as does Ezra, and Dad is just a retired old man who wants a reason to get out of the house occasionally to have time to himself without Mom giving him a honey-do list.
“Hey,” Flynn replies, holding his hands in the air. “I do kind of know what’s been going on. You’ve been giving me the friendly cliff-notes version—which I appreciate by the way. You’ve gotta ease me into this whole ‘the mother of my kid is dating another man’ situation.”
“Yeah, unlike you, I’ve had a bit of time to get used to you and Sophie.”
He points at me. “See. Exactly. It’s not easy, but—”
“Life never is.”
“Nope.” He pushes to his feet, crosses the room, and puts his hand on my shoulder. “Now, to
