They sparked off each other, hamming it up as they alternated verses, clearly having an absolute ball. Pru was torn between bursting with pride and wanting to burst into joyful tears. Her girl was performing. When the song was over, she stood up, clapping and whistling with all the others.
Joanne Simpkins leaned over. “You have a lovely family.”
The smile and, “Thanks,” were automatic. It wasn’t until she caught Logan’s raised brow that the implications sank in. With them came both pleasure and pain, because she could see it, too. How the three of them looked as a family. They’d slipped into it so easily, and the seduction of that picture was greater than all of Flynn’s skill in bed. But it was an illusion. A temporary state of affairs that would be over before she could blink. Pru knew, then, that she wasn’t walking away from this affair unscathed. Despite her best intentions, she was falling for Flynn, and she didn’t think she could stop herself.
~*~
Flynn admired the smooth expanse of Pru’s bare back as she plucked her shirt—or what was left of it—off the lampshade. “I’ll buy you a new shirt.”
She bent to pick up the scraps of her panties. “Mmhmm. And these?”
“What if I prefer you without them?”
Her arch look was entirely ruined by the color that leapt into her cheeks. “Well, as I can’t very well wear any of this downstairs, you’re donating a shirt to the cause.” She bent to grab one out of the drawer. One he’d found neatly folded and put away earlier in the week because she’d tossed his laundry in with theirs. The shirt dwarfed her, hanging down to mid-thigh. She wasn’t the first woman he’d ever seen in one of hi
s shirts, but she was the only one who’d made him salivate and stir at the sight.
Pru pointed a finger at him. “No.”
Grinning, Flynn rolled off the bed, still naked, and stalked her across the room. She feinted left, dodged right and tried to get to the door, but he caught her around the waist and tumbled her back onto his bed. Her laughter bubbled up like champagne and made him feel about as intoxicated. This woman…
He trailed kisses across her cheeks, down her throat, pressing his face into the V of the shirt as his hands snaked beneath the hem.
Pru swatted at him. “You can’t possibly.”
“Not for a bit yet, but you can.” With erotic intent, he set out to prove it.
“Flynn Bohannon, you’re going to kill me. Stop. Seriously.”
His hand stilled on her thigh.
“Much as I appreciate being well and truly ravished—”
“Three times,” he said, smugly.
“—we don’t have time for this. Ari will be home from Logan’s soon, and there’s no telling when the Talbots will be back from Gatlinburg or when the Simpkins come in from their afternoon hike. I need to shower, so I don’t smell like sex. And we need to change your sheets.”
“How about I join you in the shower and we deal with the sheets after?”
“If you join me in the shower, that will lead to shower sex, and, as appealing a thought as that may be, we don’t have time for that either.” She wriggled away from him and began to gather her clothes.
Accepting that their afternoon tryst was over—for now anyway—Flynn rolled off the bed and tugged on his jeans. “Fine. I’ll strip the sheets and come down with you to start laundry.” Maybe he could talk his way into her shower from there.
As he’d expected, she stayed to help him strip the bed. He gathered the linens together in a wad and nodded toward the door. “After you.”
“You should put on a shirt.”
“I’ll get one when I come back up.” To solve the issue, he scooted by her and headed for the stairs.
By the second-floor landing, Flynn’s stomach was making itself heard. “If I can’t talk you back into bed, can I at least talk you into a snack?”
“Well, we certainly worked up an appetite. I’ll see what I can—”
Flynn stopped dead halfway down the stairs, so fast that Pru ran into his back.
A woman stood in the foyer. Not one of the guests. She wore a skirt and blouse, with shoes that said sensible rather than Saturday. A briefcase hung from one shoulder, and the expression on her face made it obvious she’d overheard their conversation and knew exactly how they’d been spending their afternoon.
Shite.