Uh-oh, should she be feeling that? Did the condom break?

She cried out to stop him, but another wave of the orgasm slammed her back into uncontrollable bliss. Flynn continued his drive, pushing her along the orgasm until the waves began to recede, and even then, he slowed his cadence to mirror her slow return to earth.

Sweaty, breathing like they had both just run a marathon, they lay still, connected in a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs.

Melted from the inside out, Izzy lay unabashed beneath the sexiest man she’d ever met. It occurred to her then that she wanted more. Much, much more. He’d told her he’d be gone before she woke up. So maybe she wouldn’t go to sleep. Ever.

“I want to do that again,” she said, her voice muffled against the side of his chest.  Grasping her, he rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him, careful not to break the connection.  He was still semi-hard inside of her. She lay sprawled on his chest.

“Drug me or seduce me?”

Lifting up on her elbows, pushing damp bangs from her eyes, Izzy smiled indulgently. Would another man ever satisfy her like this one just had?  She doubted it.

“I’m sorry about drugging you, or at least trying to.” She dropped her lips to his nipple and licked it. Smiling against his skin, she suckled him like he had done to her. He swelled inside her.  “You taste good,” she said, softly licking him between words. Not lifting her head, but gazing up to him, she asked, “How did you know?”

“I saw the roofie at the bottom of the glass of water you handed me. I dumped it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again.

“I’m beginning to think I’m not sorry you did it.” He ruffled his fingers through her hair and smiled. “I like it. Pink makes me think of bubble gum. It suits you much better than the blue.”

Sheepishly, she ran her hand over the shorter cut side. “Me, too.”

He pulled her hand away from her head, lifted his head up and kissed her. When he released her, his blue eyes danced as his randy penis continued to thicken.

“There’s a lot about you I like.”

“Yeah?” She cocked her head to the side. “Like what.”

“Your tits, your ass.” He surged up into her. “Your tight pussy.”

“Don’t be crude.”

“Really? You drop more F-bombs than a sailor.”

Shaking her head, Izzy pushed off of him, breaking their connection. He grabbed for her, but she slid off the bed and stood glowering down at him.

He looked down and cursed. The condom was not only broken, it was bloody.

Angry eyes shot her a glare.

Izzy shrugged. “So what, I was a virgin. Don’t make a big deal about it.”

He held up the empty limp latex. “I’m a little more worried about what my boys are doing right now.”

Izzy fought back a smile and let him squirm a little. “I guess if they meet up with my sexy girl and make a date, you’re going to be a daddy in nine months.”

“It’s not funny, Pink.”

“My name is Isadora.”

He moved from the bed and tossed the condom into the small trashcan beside the nightstand.  “Well, Isadora, let’s hope my boys don’t meet up with your girl.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “What if they do? What happens if I’m pregnant?” Would he be the kind of man to step up or be the kind of man to walk away, like her father?  Suddenly it mattered to her. It mattered to her a lot.

He shrugged and said, “Then I guess you’ll have a baby.”

Not an abortion? She wanted to kiss him.

“What would your role be?” she said, pushing.

“Why are we even having this conversation?”

“Because I want to know the kind of man I just gave my hymen to.”

Flynn cocked his head to the side and said, “Don’t you think that’s something you should have looked into before you drugged and seduced him?”

“I didn’t seduce you, you were all over me before I slipped you that mickey,” she replied, defensively.

He snatched her cell phone from the nightstand, tapped a few icons, then held it out for her to watch and listen to her talking to him as she undressed him. Ugh, she thought she had muted it! He hit fast-forward to the place where she was on top of him undulating and making sexy noises. He fast-forwarded it more and stopped when they were in the hot throes of passion.  As in his head between her legs and her screaming like a banshee as she came.

His penis reacted, just as her nipples tightened.

“Okay,” she swallowed. “Maybe I seduced you a little.” While she was being honest she added, “And I can’t get pregnant. I’m on the pill.” They kept her wonky periods regular.

“You let me think differently?”

“I was just messing with you.”

“Not something to mess with a man about.”

“You didn’t answer my question, though. What if I was pregnant?”

“Then you’d be seeing a lot of me.”

Her heart warmed at his words. “You’d claim the child?”

“Of course.”

“You wouldn’t hide him or her away like a dirty little secret?”

He took her chin in his hand. “No.”

His answer scored him more points than all three of the orgasms combined.

He moved back onto the bed, leaving her standing there. Like a big lion, he stretched lazily, his leonine parts erect and on the hunt for some prey. Rising up on an elbow, he looked so damn hot it took every ounce of control Izzy had not to climb on top of him and ride him like the wild thing he was. As she contemplated how she’d like to take him, he asked, “Why me?”

She knew what he was asking and decided to play it cool. She shrugged and met his eyes. “It had to be someone, why not you?”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll be heading out shortly, and life goes on.”

He reached out a hand to her. “I don’t have to leave right away. I want you under me again. Then you’re going to tell me how it is you’re a stripper-virgin and the rest of your story.”

She took his hand and moved closer so that her breasts bobbed in front of his face. He made a strangled sound, but kept his hands and mouth to himself. “I want to be under you again, too, but my life story is none of your business.”

He grabbed her hands and pulled her onto the bed, rolling over her with his big body. Raising her hands up over her head, he nipped a nipple. “There you are very wrong, Pink. Not only am I intrigued, but you broke the law and you’re going to make me understand why I shouldn’t arrest you, or why I should help you.”

“You won’t arrest me,” she challenged. He would have already.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself.”

“What I’m sure of is that you like fucking me and you won’t give that up.” She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. “At least not until you get tired of me.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

“I may not be sexually experienced, but I know men and I know that when they are on the scent of a particular bitch, they don’t let up until they’ve had their fill.”

His blue eyes sparked with humor. “I think,” he said as he slid deeply into her, making her lose all reason, “it’s going to be awhile before I get my fill of you, Pink.” He caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, sending her over the edge.

When she came down from her orgasm, he smiled smugly. “And I think I can say the same for you.”

Chapter Six

Her body was like a wonderland. Ripe, responsive, silky soft. She smelled like a pack of bubble gum. Sweet. Palatable. Addictive.

Running his hands down her sultry skin, Flynn followed with his nose, inhaling her scent. There was, he decided, nothing like the scent of a well-sexed woman. Pink’s was locked in his brain. Until the day he died, the scent of bubble gum anything would bring him right back to this very moment.

Pressing his lips to her belly button ring, he tugged it with his teeth, eliciting a low moan from the body it belonged to. Slender fingers dug into his hair, the nails scratching lightly. Grasping the cradle of her hips, he buried his face in the dip of her belly. She wasn’t a hard body like so many of the women he’d been with. Her curves were slightly padded, her skin firm but not pulled taut over gym-built muscle. Every inch of her from her hot pink toes to the flaming pink tips of her silky hair turned him on.