Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
I kiss her neck. “Why?”
Her fingers in my hair send waves of chills along my skin. “Because you’re right. This feels big. Like I’m sitting on the edge of a plane in a harness, and the person strapped to the back of me with a parachute is telling me to just keep breathing because when we jump, the fall might steal my breath.”
“June,” I whisper before kissing her neck a little harder. An insatiable need flooding my veins. My fingers inch up the back of her shirt and unhook her bra.
“Flynn, my parents …” she says in a breathy voice.
I steal her lips, kissing her with an open mouth, our tongues meeting in the middle.
June moans as I cup her breasts beneath her loose bra. I pull away. Her pupils are dilated, breaths heavy past her parted lips.
I guide her back, lifting her shirt to kiss her hard nipples. Her back arches, eyes heavily blinking.
“My parents,” she murmurs with wavering conviction as I kiss my way down her body.
“I locked the door.” I grin, kissing her inner thigh, one hand squeezing her breast while my other hooks the crotch of her cotton shorts and panties, exposing her flesh.
A sharp breath fills her lungs when my mouth makes contact. She claims a handful of my hair and squirms, chest rising and falling in quickening breaths, pelvis rocking in a slow rhythm. I could watch her all day like this and never tire. Her face twists, mouth open, and her breaths are not just fast; they’re explosive. I squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple, giving it a little tug. She moans, screwing her eyes shut. Then she stops breathing for a second before exhaling slowly with a shudder.
I kiss her inner thigh again and fix her shorts and underwear. June opens her eyes and gives me a shy grin. She’s so stunning with her cheeks pink, a few locks of hair teasing her long eyelashes.
“Flynn,” she whispers.
I adjust myself. “You’re welcome.”
She giggles, sitting up straight and hooking her bra. “We should—” There’s a knock on the door.
I quickly return the coffee table to its spot while June fixes her hair and adjusts her clothes on the way to the door. Just before she opens it, she eyes me over her shoulder. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes flare as she bites her lips together.
With a silent chuckle, I shake my head.
Her smile escapes. “This is so big,” she mouths before turning to open the door for her parents.
“Done talking?” Henna asks, stepping into the apartment first and pressing her hands to June’s cheeks as if she’s trying to erase the redness.
“Yep.” June pushes her mom’s hands away, and they exchange a look—tiny scowls but knowing grins.
Bodhi steps past the ladies and inspects me for a second.
“Sir,” I say.
His brow furrows.
I clear my throat. “Mr. Malone.”
He remains unmoving.
“Call him Bodhi,” June says, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers as she lobs an irresistible grin at her father.
“Sir is fine,” he says.
“Sir works for me.” I shrug.
June and her mom synchronize their eye rolling.
“Let’s go to dinner,” June says.
“It’s only three thirty.” Bodhi looks at his watch.
“Flynn has to get up early for his job, so he needs to get to bed at a decent time,” June chirps without missing a beat.
“Works for us.” Henna fixes June’s hair.
Again, June bats her mom’s hand away.
“Maybe we should take my new car,” June suggests.
Four in a MINI Cooper? Sounds like torture.
From the confusion on Bodhi’s face, I can tell he’s thinking the same thing.
“Mom and I will sit in back,” June says, grabbing her phone and bag. Then she hands me the key.
I relinquish a nod and tight smile, waiting for her parents to go out the door first. As they head down the stairs, I turn toward June. “Do you know how tiny your car is?” I ask as she locks her apartment door.
“Sure do,” she says, facing me after it’s locked. “So tiny my dad will insist he and my mom grab their own ride back to the hotel after dinner.” She winks.
“Genius,” I say.
“I know.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and saunters down the stairs.
I could drop to my knees again. This woman is a goddess. All I want to do is worship her until she loves me so much that minor little details like prison and borrowing cars that aren’t mine won’t matter to her.
Chapter Nineteen
June
My dad and Flynn find a common interest over dinner. Basketball. Dad is a Lakers fan, and Flynn is a Timberwolves fan.
“You’ve been to actual games?” Flynn asks.
Dad looks at me for a second before returning a subtle nod to Flynn.
“I’ve thought about splurging on tickets to a Timberwolves game, but it never feels like the right time to spend that kind of money. Ya know?”