Chapter Twenty-One
Flynn
“Come here,” I murmured as I dipped my head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the side of her neck. She tasted like sugar with a hint of salt tonight.
“That wasn’t really a request, not when you pulled me onto your lap,” she said with a throaty giggle.
Lifting my head, I nodded as I smoothed her hair away from her face. “I suppose it wasn’t. Tell me what you were baking tonight before I got back.”
“Croissants.”
Leaning forward, I trailed the tip of my nose along her jawline. “Is that butter I smell, then?”
She giggled again, and my c**k swelled to an ache. “Maybe.”
That single word came out breathy as I nipped lightly on her earlobe. I lifted a hand to tug the elastic out of her hair.
“What are you doing, Flynn?” she asked. A little gasp escaped when I c
