Chapter 31
Flynn could get used to falling asleep instantly due to earth-shattering orgasms and waking up with the heat of Marcus’s body against hers.
As a matter of fact, that sounded like the best possible life imaginable, especially if she got to spend some of the time in between seeing him smile, hearing him laugh, and listening to his deep voice charm her.
Yep, she was a goner, and she didn’t even care. If this was what life with love felt like, Flynn was all in.
As she stretched, pushing her butt into his morning wood, she remembered she was twenty-five now. Independently wealthy and out from under any grasp her mother had ever had on her.
Joy—pure joy—surged through her.
Freedom. Finally, freedom.
And love. All at once. Life didn’t get any better.
Marcus’s arm slid around her body, and his hand splayed across her belly.
“Morning, baby.” His husky voice met her ear and sent shivers coursing down her spine.
Her nipples peaked under the sheet, and she arched into him.
“Sore?”
She was a little, but not enough to miss what she hoped was coming next.
She wiggled against the hard rod, and his hand slid down to cover her mound.
He groaned when his fingers found her wet and ready. “God,” he whispered, “please tell me you’re—”
“Don’t make me wait.”
“Fuck, you’re sweet, Flynn.”
She hitched her leg up so he could slide between her thighs until the head of his cock nudged against her.
Pushing backward as he slid inside was the most sensual feeling of Flynn’s life.
She moaned, loving the feeling of her ass pressed against the cradle of his hips.
“Jesus, woman. Where did you come from? Heaven?”
Flynn moved against him, picking up speed as he held her.
His breath came harder against her ear until the sheer pleasure stilled her movements as she began to come apart.
Marcus took over, rolling her onto her belly and pulling her up onto her knees. His fingers played with her clit while he thrust into her harder and faster.
Every thread of Flynn’s control shredded, and she gave herself over to the ecstasy roaring through her body. Her head thrashed, and she lost total control. She shattered with a scream, and he groaned as he wrapped his arms around her and fell to the side. His body cushioned hers as they landed.
Flynn’s head fell back against him. “My God.”
“I got you.”
“Don’t let me go.”
His arms hugged her tighter. “Never.”
Flynn woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, and this time, it was to find Marcus’s face between her legs. It took moments for him to have her screaming out her orgasm before he slid inside her again. She lost count of how many times she came before she fell limp against the bed.
The third time she awoke, she was alone, and the shower was running.
I could use a shower, she thought.
She darted out of bed and down the hall. She peeked into the steamy bathroom and slipped behind the curtain.
His tattooed chest was covered in suds. She couldn’t stop herself. She reached for him, using the suds to glide her hands up and down his slick cock.
“Again?”
She nodded. She didn’t care that her body twinged. She wanted more of him. She couldn’t get enough. And thank God, he seemed to feel the same way. He rinsed the suds and bent her forward with his body. His fingers found her tender heat.
“Fuck, how are you so wet?”
“I woke up thinking about you, and you weren’t there.”
“My deepest”—he nudged the head of his cock inside her—“apologies,” he finished as he thrust all the way in.
Flynn’s hand slid down the shower wall and grabbed the bar above the soap.
“It’s okay,” she whispered as he pulled out and thrust again. “You’re forgiven.”