A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She wanted to be angry, but he just made it so hard to be. “That was uncalled for.”
“You’re stubborn, Pink. Lighten up and let me help you out, okay?”
“Why?”
He grinned. “Because I want to have sex with you again. Really bad.”
His words had the same effect as if she’d been shocked. Her nipples tightened while warmth pooled at her core. She didn’t know what to say.
“Emperor penguins bring shiny rocks to the females they want to mate with,” Flynn said, then pointed to the new phone. “That’s my shiny rock. I hope you like it.”
Her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.
“I know you want the same thing.” He pulled his chair around so that their knees touched. “I think we need to come up with some terms for our lust. What do you think?”
Izzy could hardly breathe. She wanted to jump in his lap and get down to business.
He rubbed his big warm hands across her knees and said quietly, “Sex aside, I want to help you find your sister.”
“Why?” she rasped, as emotion swelled in her chest. No one had ever offered to help her.
“Because your boy Boris is dangerous. He’s armpit deep in criminal activity. You’re vulnerable and inexperienced. If your sister has been hurt or worse, you’ll end up the same way.” He squeezed her knees. “I don’t want that to happen to you.”
“Was I that good a fuck?”
His eyes narrowed. “Knock it off.” He stood and grabbed their plates and put them in the sink. “You were a great fuck, Pink, probably the best fuck of my life. Give yourself, and me, a little more credit than that.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t want to stop seeing you.”
“I don’t trust easy, Special Agent Ryker. Especially when it comes to rich men who think they have the right to do whoever and whatever the hell they want.”
“Don’t judge me because of my last name. And don’t judge me because of your father’s deeds.”
“Then don’t judge me because of what I do for a living or the deeds of past strippers.”
His jaw dropped. Snapping it shut, he nodded. “Touché, Pink, touché.”
She smiled, not a happy one, a sad one.
Flynn moved back across the tiny kitchen to her. Reaching out, he touched her chin and raised it so that they saw eye to eye. “I understand your reluctance, Pink. My old man liked fast women when he was still married to my mom. I’m not like him, so don’t put me there.”
Izzy nodded, trying really hard not to sabotage whatever this was or could become.
“Okay, so here’s how I’m putting this together: You want to have sex with me, I want to have sex with you, and you want to help me find my sister because you’re afraid something bad will happen to me and if you help me find her we’ll be seeing a lot of each other and that will give you the opportunity for lots of sex?”
He stood smiling down at her. “Pretty much.”
“Okay, so what happens if we find my sister, and you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, but I still want to have sex with you?”
Silently, he contemplated her question. “How about if we give ourselves a week to see how the sex goes? At the end of the week we evaluate. If we’re both still interested in the other, then we give it another week and keep going until one of us is ready to move on?”
“What if at the end of the week we don’t find my sister and one of us doesn’t want to have sex with the other anymore? Will you still help me find her?”
“Yes.”
“One more thing.”
“Okay.”
“No pity fucks.”
He blinked as she elaborated. “I don’t want you to continue touching me because you don’t have the stones to tell me you’re over it. You touch me because you can’t stop thinking about how awesome it feels when you do. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
His features tightened, but he nodded. “The same goes for you.”
“One last bit of housekeeping.” She exhaled and said, “I’m on birth control pills, and I have no diseases. I didn’t like the feel of the condom. I’m going to assume you’re clean, otherwise you would not have had sex again without a condom?”
“Clean as a whistle.”
“Then if it’s okay with you, I’d rather you didn’t wear a condom. But I will concede the point if you insist.”
“I loved the feel of me inside of you without the raincoat.” He grinned. “Another first with you.”
“Last but not least, while we’re in this arrangement, we remain exclusive.”
“You’re awfully demanding.”
“It’s a deal breaker, Flynn.”
“For me too. No one but me gets inside you.”
Izzy let out a long exhale. That was easy. She smiled, suddenly excited to begin. She extended her hand. “Then we have a deal.”
He took her hand into his and squeezed it. Then he swooped her up and turned with her in his arms and set her on the edge of the counter. Before she could protest, he yanked her panties down her thighs to her feet and tossed them to the floor. He unzipped his pants and pulled her toward his raging hard-on, but stopped as the thick width of his head brushed along her sultry seam. She was ready for him. Had been since she had been in the shower with him. It had never occurred to her that she’d enjoy going down on a man like she had with Flynn. How could she not? He was beautiful, and he loved what she’d done to him.
“I need to be inside you right now, Pink,” he said urgently. “I’ve been thinking of you like this all morning.”
“Me, too,” she whispered, afraid she was dreaming and if she spoke too loudly she’d wake up to find out it was all a fantasy.
She closed her eyes as the sweet pain of him entering her took her breath away.
“Flynn,” she breathed, as he filled her to capacity.
“You are so wet,” he said hoarsely, grasping her ass cheeks and holding her against his hips. Despite being tender down there, her body welcomed him with a hot steamy hello, the urge to grind against him too strong to resist.
“No, baby, don’t, or I’m going to come.”
She loved it that she drove him to the edge so quickly. “You’re going to have to work on your self-control, Special Agent Ryker.”
“Stop being so damn sexy and I might be able to help you out there.”
Cupping the back of her head with his big hand, he pulled it back until she arched into him. His stormy blue eyes raged with hot desire. Her lips parted as she watched his gaze dip. She licked them and he groaned. “I loved watching you suck my dick this morning.”
“I loved putting my lips on you,” she admitted. “The way you tasted. Like the ocean.” She moved against him. “I want to do it again. Soon.”
He nipped at her bottom lip and sucked it. The sensation of his touch shot straight to her core and she clenched around his pulsing shaft. “Jesus, you wreck me,” he groaned.
He pushed deeper into her. Izzy gasped. “That feels so good,” she purred, locking her legs around his waist.
He nipped her bottom lip again while still not taking his blistering gaze from her. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk for a week.” He pulled from her, then thrust deeply.
A long breath of air escaped her lungs.
“You like it deep like that, Pink?”
“Yes.”
He pumped into her again.
“Deeper.”
“Greedy girl.”
Flynn pulled her ass harder against him as he slammed into her, one deep thrust after another. Her vision blurred as her body drowned in sensory overload. The feel of his thick penis inside of her, pounding her flesh, his pelvis bone hitting her sensitive clit with each plunge, wound her up so tight Izzy thought she was going to peel apart at the seams.
“Flynn,” she cried. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Never gonna stop.” His lips crashed down on hers and as they did, she came undone. Her cries of pleasure were silenced by his kiss as her body shattered into what felt like a million tiny pieces.