Game For Tonight (Game for It 3)

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” He cleared his throat at his raspy voice. If she was offering, he’d take one from her right now. He could only imagine sinking his cock between those pretty plump lips and watching her lick and suck…

“And you’ve never had sex with another woman.” She straightened her back, making herself as tall as she could, and he tilted his head, realizing they were face-to-face. He let his cheek brush against hers, their noses nuzzling. “Until me. Right?”

Did she need confirmation again? “Until you,” he whispered, his mouth moving against her skin. God, she smelled good, and she was so damn soft. He could get lost in this, in her.

A little moan escaped her as she wrapped her hand around his nape, effectively trapping him. Like he wanted to escape? This scenario had the potential to turn into something freaking amazing. He just knew it. “Do you know how much of a turn-on that is, knowing that I was your first?”

“You don’t say?” He was shocked. His virgin status had become this burden that hung around his neck, demanding to be rid of for good. He was glad it had been with Aubrey, because he trusted her. She was a good…friend.

Screw it. She was more than that. Way more.

“Oh yeah. It was intimidating at first. I won’t lie. But now…” She smiled and leaned her head back, letting their lips brush together in a simple yet wicked kiss. “I find it exciting. Humbling.”

“Humbling?”

“Definitely.” She nodded, giving him another quick kiss on the lips. “That you found me worthy enough to be the first woman you have sex with. That you waited this long… It’s quite unusual.”

“I know.” His voice went flat.

“Not in a bad way.” She rested her hand on his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. “We have all night to do whatever we want. What do you want to do?”

“You,” he confessed, his voice whisper quiet.

A slow, sexy smile curved her luscious lips. “Maybe you should touch me then, don’t you think?”

…

Aubrey almost wanted to burst out in triumphant laughter when Flynn reached out at her command and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently kneading them through her favorite sweater. He was such a total boob man. Though he did also seem enamored with her legs…

In an instant, all urges to laugh disappeared as she became lost to Flynn’s assured touch. It was as if he knew her body better than herself. So scary, because this thing between them absolutely could not last.

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But here she was, instead of staying away from him like she told herself to, they were becoming even more intimate. She’d offered up a blow job, when she should’ve blown him off.

Oh well. May as well live it up for one more night.

“Take off my sweater,” she told him, pleased when he slipped his hands beneath the hem and rested them at her waist. His fingers pressed into her bare skin, making her eyelids flutter, and then he was pushing the fabric up. Over her breasts, revealing her favorite, sexy bra.

She lifted her arms to help him take the sweater off, and he yanked it over her head, making her shake her hair out. The garment fell from his fingertips onto the floor, but it was like he didn’t even notice. He was too engrossed with her chest, her breasts barely contained by the black lace demi-cup bra she’d purposely chosen to wear tonight. It made her breasts look huge, and she’d wanted every advantage she could get.

“Goose bumps,” he said as he skimmed his finger, first, over one exposed, plump curve of her breast, then over the other. “You like it when I touch you here.”

“I like it when you touch me everywhere,” she admitted, earning a light chuckle from him.

He smiled, his finger never straying from her breasts as he started to circle it around her left nipple again and again, making it harder with every touch. “I like the lace.”

“I wore the bra specially for you.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised.

“No, I wore it for Nick and Willow and our supposed orgy,” she joked, earning a hard glare from Flynn for her efforts.

“I don’t like to hear you even joke about that. What he said was some crazy shit.”

Ooh, look at Flynn, getting all fierce. She sort of liked it. “He was only joking.”

“Still. I don’t need the reminder. Like I’d ever be okay with you doing anything like that.” He shook his head. “When we’re together, you’re mine, Aubrey.”