Flynn asked, hands still guiding her hips, mouth at her throat. “Before I stopped you.” “Everything.” “What were you gonna do, once you got me out?” Laurel swallowed. “Suck your cock.” A curt moan answered her and his hands gripped tighter, nearly too much. A breath before she could ask him to be gentler, he let her go. “On your knees.” I know that voice. She made her way to the cold floor once more. That voice belonged to a man she’d met last summer, a stranger named Flynn who’d invited her to this very apartment and showed her all the frightening things he liked in bed. A man who’d professed not to spoon and not to call women after he’d messed around with them. In time he’d proven himself a liar on both counts, but the man with her tonight… This could’ve been their first time together, for how familiar he felt just now. He sat on the couch.
