Chapter Twelve
I’ve always found the best way to avoid something nasty is to change the subject. Flynn was going to tell me something I didn’t want to hear, so giving him a b*****b definitely stopped him following through on that. And I got to get my hands on him and rub against his nakedness.
Now he’s on top of me I’m barely capable of thought. I’m alive with sensation. His chest skimming across my n*****s makes them stand on end and his kisses dotting across my collarbone feel like bombs detonating, sending desire through every fibre of my being. He will only have to look at my c**t and I’ll explode in o****m. I’m taut with l**t and desperate to be set off.
Flynn stops above my belly button and coughs loudly, his whole body shaking.
“Oh, dear God, Flynn, are you all right?”
He nods,
