“Not as it pertains to you, it’s not.”
“How so?”
“Because it isn’t.”
Putting her hands on her hips, Izzy was flabbergasted. Hadn’t they just—Good God, the man was infuriating. “Who decided that?”
“I did.”
“Just because we’re having sex doesn’t give you the right to make my decisions, Flynn.”
He laughed. “Oh, we’re having more than sex, Isa. We passed the sex marker that afternoon when I took you from behind on the balcony in Half Moon Bay.”
“I didn’t mean to minimize what’s between us, Flynn, I know what we have goes beyond sex. It still doesn’t give you the right to make my decisions for me, especially when you don’t even discuss them with me.”
“I explained my reasons why I did what I did, Isa. None of that has changed. Get it through that pink and blond head of yours: On this particular matter, there is nothing to discuss. You’re not going to back to the club. You’re not going to have any contact with anyone associated with it. End of story.”
“Not end of story! It’s the most important part. The part that only I can pull off. I’m the only one who can give the drive to Boris and you know it.”
He grabbed her upper arms. “Listen to me: I don’t give a fuck about the damn drive or Boris. I give a fuck about you. You’re not one of Justin’s disposable informants. He’s either going to hope he gets something off the device you slipped Bushnik, or find another UC, because you’re retired.”
Izzy stood her ground. She heard him loud and clear. He was afraid. Got it. But she was determined to bring that Russian scumbag and his cronies down. “Flynn, I understand your fear. I’m afraid, too. But I need to do this, for my sister, for all the women who have suffered and who will suffer. For myself. If I don’t, I know in my gut I’ll never see my sister again.”
“It’s too dangerous.”
Placing her hand on his bare chest, she almost lost focus. He was warm, and hard. Their sex scent clung to him and it smelled good.
“I’m not asking you for permission to do this, Flynn.”
His jaw tightened.
“I have to.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do, and you need to understand that this is nonnegotiable. We’re going to hear Maddox out. As much as I don’t want contact with Boris, I’ll make it, to give him the flash drive. A simple means to an end.”
Flynn swiped his hand across his chin and stared up at the ceiling. A muscle twitched along the left side of his jaw. Finally he looked down at her. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then trust me when I tell you, if you go back into that club in any capacity, you’re going to get hurt. I can’t protect you if I’m not with you, and if you show up with me they won’t buy what you’re selling. See how that works?”
“I think I might have an idea that could work. Call Maddox and arrange a meeting.”
“I’ll call him on one condition.”
Izzy was about to tell him the only condition was hers, but she let him speak.
“If I don’t like it, and I’m telling you up front that I won’t, then you don’t go in.”
Izzy smiled despite the seriousness of their argument. Understanding Flynn’s possessive nature came a little easier knowing that once he calmed down and thought past his fear, he would, albeit reluctantly, do what had to be done because there were no other options. He wasn’t being selfish, he was being protective. It worked both ways, though, because while she would do the same for him, she was also doing what had to be done for her sister.
Standing so close to his hot naked body was distracting. His anger had his color up and something else was on the rise. “So noted.”
He pulled her against him, his fingers digging into her arms. “Don’t do this,” he said huskily, his lips brushing across hers.
“Don’t use sex to force me into compliance, Flynn.”
He fisted the hem of the T-shirt, pulling it up and exposing her backside. He smacked her right cheek.
“Ow!” she cried out, more surprised than from pain.
His palm soothed the warm flesh. Damn if she wasn’t getting wet.
“I would never use sex to force you into anything, Isa.”
He spanked her left cheek, immediately smoothing his big palm over it. A deep tremor quaked through her body in anticipation of where this shameless sexual adventurer was going to take her this time.
“But I will use it to make you scream my name.”
Chapter Thirty-six
Flynn nipped at her bottom lip and spanked her again. “And I’ll use it to make you come.” She moaned against his lips. “Multiple times.”
His words stirred the whirlpool of heat churning in her belly.
“I don’t like to be told no, Isa,” he said roughly.
“Me either.”
A low growl rumbled from his chest. “I want to turn you over my knee and spank your pretty little ass, pink.”
“Go ahead,” she said, challenging him.
He yanked her into his arms and strode with her to the formal living room down the hall. Sitting down on a studded gray leather ottoman, with her on his lap, he grasped the back of her neck and repositioned her so that she was belly-down across his lap.
“Grab the legs and don’t let go,” he commanded.
Izzy grabbed the wide wooden legs and held her breath. Her T-shirt had bunched up past her breasts and her exposed bottom was still warm and sensitive from his slaps. She knew she was soaking wet and—he spanked her right cheek, his hand instantly caressing the sensitive skin, soothing the sting and stirring her desire. Izzy gasped in pleasured surprise.
Running a wide fingertip along her wet seam, Flynn said, “You never cease to amaze me, Isa.”
She made an embarrassingly needy mewling sound as he dipped his finger into her.
Her muscles clenched possessively around him. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he whispered as he bent over her and pressed his lips to the sensitive place he had just spanked.
Izzy had never felt more exposed or more carnal than she did at the moment. One minute they were fighting over her sister, and the next, Flynn was making her forget everything except him.
“I don’t want to fight, Isa.” Flynn said, his voice low. “I need to feel you like this. Alive and safe.”
His words stirred her more deeply than his touch. How would she feel knowing he was going into a dangerous situation? Terrified. She’d hold on so tight he would suffocate. She got it. They would always battle when it came to the other’s safety. But they would always work it out, too.
“Flynn,” she whispered, “I don’t want to fight either. But—you can’t control me or use sex to change the subject.”
Flynn’s finger slid tortuously slowly, in and out of her. Good God, he was fiendish! He understood the sexual power he wielded over her. How right now, she’d capitulate to anything just to have him to spank her again.
When he brushed his thumb along the rosebud of her anus, Izzy squeezed her eyes shut. Was there any boundary he wouldn’t push? She prayed not.
“I would never use sex to change the subject,” Flynn said. “But I would never hesitate to use it as a reminder how good it is between us.”
He spanked her again. Thrashing her head back, Izzy hissed, digging her pubis into his lap. “That’s for leaving the bed.” He brushed his palm along the sensitive flesh. He dipped a second finger into her burning pussy.
“Ahhh,” she exhaled. That felt so good. Using her wetness as lubricant, he rubbed his thumb along her anus again.
Another slap. “That’s for driving me crazy.” His palm soothed the sting. She got wetter.
He spanked her other cheek. “That’s because each time I spank you, you cream.”
Izzy bit her bottom lip to keep from sobbing. What he did to her was brazen, audacious and utterly shameless, and she loved every part of it.