Page 154 of Gold Rush

“Good.” I hoist her up and over my shoulder.

Rory says my name in what I think she intends to be a scolding tone. It’s hard to tell over the sound of her laughter.

“Because it’s about to seem like all I care about is your tight cunt.”

“Flynn”—she laughs again—“put me down.”

“No.” I swat her ass, then start walking toward the bedroom. Her bedroom. Our bedroom, I hope.

Only once we’re beside the bed do I set her down. I strip off my jacket first, followed by her stained blazer and blouse. The red wine soaked all the way through to her light-blue bra. I can see the residue on her chest too. Once I’ve undone the clasp of her bra, I lick it off her skin.

There’s no rebuke when she says my name now. Rory moans it, her hands lifting to tangle in my hair before they slide lower and she starts to unbutton my shirt. I unzip her skirt next, pausing to palm her ass before pulling the fabric lower. Gravity does the rest, leaving her only in red-bottomed stilettos.

I nip her neck. Her nails scratch at my abs.

“I missed you.”

I smirk at her dazed expression. It’s only been three days since we last slept together. “You missed sex.”

“I missed sex with you. Meaning I missed you.”

I pull the elastic out of her hair, leaving the black band on my wrist. “I missed you too.”

“I was scared, Flynn. That’s why I announced our engagement. I needed to stop pretending I was pretending. I-I am scared.”

I tuck a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Of what?”

“Of us. Of loving you and it not working out.” Her expression turns sheepish. “I like guarantees.”

“I know you do. But you never know the verdict when you take a case. You give it everything you have, and that’s all you have control over.”

She smiles, running her hands up my chest and knotting them behind my neck. “That’s the thing. No matter how many reasonable arguments I have—you’re too good-looking, too cocky, too absurd, too brash, too⁠—”

“Wow. You weren’t kidding about my lack of redeeming qualities.”

Rory laughs. Her tits move with the motion, so I get distracted for a few seconds.

“What I’m trying to say is … I love you, Flynn Parks. You confuse me, too, because no matter how many times I told myself I hoped you wouldn’t be somewhere … you were always the first person I looked for. And you are the only person I would have agreed to fake date because I’ve wondered since high school what it would be like to be a girl you cared about impressing.”

“Florence Kensington, you’re the only girl I’ve ever cared about impressing.”

She blinks rapidly a few times. I kiss her forehead. A line down her temple and across her cheek before landing on her lips.

Rory sucks hard on my tongue, making an impatient sound in the back of her throat. She pushes my unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders, then starts working on my belt. I’m the one who groans eagerly when she fists my aching cock. Her wrist rotates, and my eyes practically roll into the back of my skull.

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” she whispers.

“You sure?”

She nods. “It felt really good at the gala. And I’m”—she glances down at my swollen, leaking cock—“I’m going to come really fast.”

Rory sounds … not embarrassed, but self-conscious. A little apologetic.

“Good. I love knowing I can get you off so easily. It’s great for my fragile male ego.”

She snorts. “Fragile?” Looks down again. “It’s not like you’re overcompensating for anything.”

My smile is so wide that the stretch is straining my cheeks.