When he slid his hand beneath her waist and hiked her bottom up, he spread her thighs. “Your pussy is soaking wet, Isa,” he said roughly. “So pink and tight.” He withdrew his fingers and then slowly spread her nether lips. “I want to taste you.”
A squeak slipped out of her mouth. When his lips caught her there and the bottom part of her clit and slowly sucked her into his mouth like a raw oyster, the tension she’d managed to hold in up to that point released in a long throaty moan.
Everywhere he touched her had the same effect. The obsessive need for more overtook her. He gave her more. Holding her up with one arm, his free hand teased her clit as his tongue tunneled deep inside her.
Despite the odd angle of her body across his, the angle of his mouth was perfect and dear God, she bit her bottom lip as an orgasm flashed, then ripped through her. Just as she was coming down from it, he spanked her hard. Another orgasm tore out of her along with a scream.
A wet writhing mass of flesh, she shook in his arms, the orgasm continuing into another one. Flynn pulled her up and with her back to him, he set her down on his waiting cock.
“Oh, God, Flynn, that’s so deep.”
“Don’t move,” he rasped against her ear. The swell of him pulsing inside her sensitive flesh went beyond sublime.
Breathing so heavily, she couldn’t help her body’s inherent movement, Flynn’s body tightened steel hard.
He was so close. On the edge. She felt it in his heartbeat, in his hot breath against her neck and in the rigid throb of him inside her. Instinctually, her body clamped and unclamped around him, milking him with a will of its own. “Ah, damn,” he cursed. Grasping her hips, he held her still as he thrust up into her, his orgasm like lightning striking them both.
Izzy’s body jerked and shuddered as it was racked with one intense surge after another. Her nails dug into Flynn’s thighs as she thrashed, impaled in his lap.
Had he not held her so tightly against his chest, she would have launched herself right off him. He bit the tender flesh of her neck, his hips grinding madly into her from beneath. His one arm was banded so tightly beneath her breasts, Izzy could scarce breathe, the other low on her belly, his fingers pressed firmly against her arousal.
Held a virtual prisoner to his thrust, Izzy cried out, unable to control the wild wanton shock waves crashing through her body.
It was too much and God help her, her ravaged body wanted more even before it had calmed from the lightning strikes still pulsing through her.
Hanging like a rag doll in his lap, Izzy was sweaty, sticky, breathless, and hyperaware of every inch of Flynn’s body in and around her.
“I think,” she said breathlessly, “that I like make-up sex.”
Nuzzling his nose against her neck where he had bitten her, Flynn asked, “Did I hurt you?”
“Mmm, no.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“I told you at the beach that I wanted to push the envelope with you.”
“I never knew a spanking could be so sexy.”
“If I push too far, Isa, you have to tell me.”
“I will.”
“With you, things have gone to a whole different level.”
“You’ve never spanked a woman before?”
“None have pushed my buttons like you have.”
She was insanely happy to be that woman in Flynn’s life. “So you did it to punish me?”
“No, punishment hurts. I think it was a control thing, and maybe I wanted to see if you got off on it.” His hand slid down her belly to her slickness. “You really did.”
“I know. I—” She hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed by the truth. Was what they just did normal?
“You what?”
“It was sexy, bad, and you did it just right. I liked it a lot, does that make me a sex freak?”
He hugged her slick body to him and said, “As long as it feels good and we’re both good with it, it makes you hotter than hell in my book.”
Izzy smiled. “Good, because you are the devil.”
“You’ve worn me out, baby. The sun’s up and I haven’t slept more than a few hours in the last forty-eight. Let’s take a shower and get some sleep. I have a feeling you’re going to earn a few more spankings before the end of the day.” He kissed her neck. “I need to be prepared.”
Izzy giggled, but then was suddenly sober. “I need to go back to the club tonight, Flynn. I’m scheduled to work. I think I should just show up like nothing happened and go from there.”
“And have the giant take another shot at you? I don’t think so.”
“Andre won’t touch me once he knows I have the drive.”
Flynn didn’t immediately respond. Izzy could see the wheels turning in his head as he processed what she’d just said and the probability of its accuracy. “We’ll see,” he said, then gently slid her off his lap before picking her up, and lovingly, as if she were a newborn baby, carried her up to his bed.
“It’s a lock, Flynn,” Maddox insisted. “We’ve got the go-ahead to use the drive, and we’ve got Bushnik confirming his meet with Sorlov at the club tonight. The key players under one roof. The only piece missing is Isadora. Only she can give Sorlov the drive.”
“Do you think after last night, the giant is going to trust her?” Flynn asked, not liking where this conversation was headed.
“He will if I tell him we got into a huge fight because of what you did and that I kicked you to the curb,” Pink said, coming into the kitchen where Flynn sat with Maddox and Justin. All three men stood as she entered the room. Flynn’s jaw tightened. She was wearing one of his black ribbed workout T-shirts and a pair of his running shorts. Both garments were too big for her tiny body, but damn if she didn’t look fuckable just the same.
Her hair was mussed, her hooded eyes still sleepy and—his gaze raked her from head to toe—she looked like a sexy little kitten looking for some loving. Sheepishly she smiled, running her fingers through her hair, and said in that breathless voice of hers that never failed to shoot straight to his groin, “Hi guys.”
“Hi,” Maddox said, his lips quirking.
“How are you, Miss Fuentes?” Justin asked.
“Hungry, anxious, wishing this was all behind me.”
“It will be soon. I promise,” Justin assured her.
“And then will you tell me where my sister is?”
Justin looked down at his shoes, then back to Pink. “I don’t know where she is.”
“But she’s alive?”
“Presumably.”
“How can you presume she’s alive when you don’t know what happened to her or where she is?”
“I—“ Justin looked to Flynn for some help, but Flynn stood with his arms crossed over his chest and shook his head.
“In cases like this, a variety of information is culled from numerous sources,” Justin explained, “once we start matching the info we start to get a picture. Right now the info would strongly suggest she’s alive, likely still in the US, but we don’t know where.”
“Or, as Flynn once told me, if you told me you’d have to shoot me?”
Justin smiled. “I would never shoot you, but for your own protection and to maintain the integrity of the case, I can’t divulge any information.”
“Then I won’t help you tonight.”
Flynn choked back a laugh. She had moxie.
“You have to,” Maddox said, looking at Flynn for help, receiving as much as Justin had. “Without you to hand over the drive, we’ll never get the leverage we need on Sorlov.”
“Tell me how you know my sister’s alive and I’ll do it.”
Maddox shook his head and stepped back, handing this complication over to his boss.
“Miss Fuentes,” Justin started. “I need for you to try and consider the gravity of this case. It goes beyond Sorlov and Bushnik. They’re just the tip of the iceberg. When we get them, and we will with your cooperation, we gain access to their labyrinth of criminal activity that runs through the state and over its borders. I cannot by law divulge classified information to someone who doesn’t have the clearance, and even if you did, I wouldn’t. You’re emotionally involved and inexperienced. Your ignorance is bliss, trust me on that.” Justin looked at Flynn and Maddox to back him up.