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Frankie wouldn’t believe it if the answer was too over the top.
Rose gave my arm a rough tug and I looked down at him, his cheeks still pink and his lips still shiny, but now swollen from our kiss.
“I’m many things, Flynn, but I’m not a liar.”
CHAPTER4
ROSE
If that wasa fair representation of how Flynn kissed, I didn’t even want to imagine what it would be like to fuck him, but I’d asked anyway and he’d talked me through enough of it to know that I shouldn’t eventhinkabout it.
Flynn wasn’t like Cody, but Cody was enough like Flynn that I knew to stay away. Men who approached random strangers at the club for a kiss were only a hop, skip, and a jump away from men who slept with their roommates behind your back for months. There was a level of discretion that some people just didn’t seem to have. I knew where Cody stood, and I wagered Flynn wasn’t too far away.
Even with all the talk he’d done about asking for consent and not wanting to take things too far, he was just too good to be true. Too tall and too broad, too handsome, and too willing to cater to silly little whims like holding an empty margarita glass so I could get a better angle on the kiss. Flynn said he liked to be called Sir, but I wagered I could have him calling me all kinds of things if I played my cards right.
But I was going to fold before the hand even got dealt.
“You don’t even need to say a word.” Flynn’s friend waved me off before I could get my mouth open.
“Come on, Frankie,” Flynn teased, tightening his hold on my hand when I tried to let go. “Hear him out.”
“He’s a good kisser,” I said.
“I feel like we’re an even split,” Frankie said. “One for and one against.”
“I can pull a sampling from the dance floor if you want to take a poll,” Flynn offered and a shock of unexpected jealousy flared up the base of my spine. I tried again to shake my hand free, but he refused to let go.
“I give up.” Frankie raised his hands in surrender. “I’m going to go find Owen and Archie and leave the two of you to it.”
“There’s nothing to leave us to,” I said, but Frankie was already gone and Flynn was already looking down at me again, his eyes dark and telling.
I swallowed, blinking slowly.
“I should go and find my friend,” I managed, gesturing with my free hand toward where I’d last seen Drake.
“Is that what you want to do or just what you think youshoulddo?”
“Do you have a better offer?”
The question was out of my mouth before I realized the words had formed, and I cursed under my breath. Flynn laughed softly and I caught sight of Drake’s bright hair on the other side of the room. He was still with the dark-haired man he’d chased after before Flynn had set his sights on me, leaning against the bar in conversation.
“About a thousand,” Flynn whispered.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Neither should I,” he agreed, taking a step toward me. “But I want to anyway.”
“I get the impression you don’t get told no very often.”
Flynn smelled expensive, like a soap or cologne that was meant to make sure you remembered the fragrance without even realizing it. Just being in his space conjured up some kind of vague memory that made me want to strip my clothes off and roll around in money for no discernible reason. The erection between my legs was probably the reason, and that had nothing to do with his smell, though, and everything to do with his mouth.
“Not really, no,” he agreed.
“I’ve got bad news.”
“Don’t say that.” Flynn raised our joined hands toward his mouth and dusted a kiss across the top of my knuckles.
His lips burned my fingers.
