Bad Boy (Invertary 5)

“What do you suggest?”

“Well, we could celebrate horizontally. Katy wants a sister.” He grinned at her. “I’m worried if we don’t give in to her demands she’ll take the animals hostage until we do.”

Abby pushed away from her desk and smiled up at him. Her business would start trading online in a couple of weeks, and already she was planning her next season line of products.

“Tell her to save up and buy a baby at the supermarket.” Her eyes sparkled.

“That’s exactly the kind of thing I’d say to her.”

“I know. You’re corrupting me. I used to be good and now I’m borderline bad.”

He perched on the edge of her desk, tugging her hand to make her stand between his thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck without hesitation. His woman.

“Only borderline? I’ll have to work harder.”

She faked a sigh. “I just don’t think you’re up to putting in the effort.”

“You’re right.” He nuzzled the spot behind her ear that made her weak, and was pleased when he felt her weight press into him. His Abby was easy, although he’d never tell her. It was his secret to delight in. “It would take a serious time commitment to corrupt you fully.”

“Twenty-four hours a day,” she mumbled.

Her head fell to the side to give him greater access to her throat. He sucked the spot that made her tremble.

“Aye, it would take years of round-the-clock effort to corrupt you properly.”

“And how do you suggest you start this intensive corruption?” She popped the top button on his favourite blue tartan shirt as she peeked up at him from under those thick lashes of hers.

“I think the only way to do it is to sign on for the long haul.” His heart raced as she froze in his arms. Flynn was done playing. “Marry me, Abby love,”

he whispered.

She leaned over, kissed his throat and inhaled him deeply. “Name the time and place. I’ll be there.”

He couldn’t stop a grin. “Is that a yes?”

“Always.” She kissed his lips softly. “It’s always a yes for you, Flynn Boyle, because I love you.”

“I knew it!” He pounded the air. Challenge won. Again. He was a freaking legend.

With a growl of victory, Flynn slanted his mouth over hers and took control of their kiss. And, as always, Abby melted to a puddle of desire in his arms. Just the way he liked her.

Epilogue

four years later

“I retired at age forty because my daughters looked

at me one day and said: ‘Dad, being bald and wearing

shorts doesn’t look good together.’”

Alfredo Di Stéfano

“Flynn?” Abby’s voice had a hint of hysteria in it.

Flynn looked over at his eldest daughter and winced. “Think she saw them?”

“Kind of hard to miss three alpacas, dad,” Katy said with a laugh.