Come As You Are(65)

Before he can answer, his phone beeps. “Another distraction,” he mutters and reaches for it on the coffee table. He clicks open a note, and his expression transforms as he reads it. A wild, delighted grin takes over his face.

“There’s something I have to show you.”

“You want to show me an email?”

“Yes. It’s an important one. It’s from your brother’s school.”

“What?” A strange dread courses through me. “Why would they write to you?”

He smiles impishly. He’s good at that. “Because his schooling is paid for.”

A shock jolts into me. The hair on my arms stands on end. “You did not just say that.”

He nods, proudly. Ridiculously proudly.

“Did you pay for the rest of his master’s?”

“I did.” His green eyes twinkle.

“You can’t pay for my brother’s school.”

“I can, though, and I have.”

“Why?” I ask, wonder and surprise etched in my voice.

“Because it makes your life easier. Because that’s what I want to do.”

“But Flynn . . .” I begin, only I’m not sure what I’m protesting. His generosity? “You can’t.”

He sets a hand on my thigh. “I had a feeling you’d be stubborn, so in case you’re worried, this isn’t just for your brother.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to make sure it didn’t feel like a handout to you. And I didn’t want to simply pay off his bill. So I set it up in a way you can’t refuse.”

I stare at him, waiting for him to say more.

“I set up a scholarship fund for . . .” he pauses, looks at the ceiling, pretends to count, then turns to me, “for all the current students at his divinity school. Everything is covered for all of them from now until graduation, including your brother.”

My jaw comes unhinged. “Are you serious?”

“Completely.” He dots a kiss onto my nose. “Let me ease your burdens, Sabrina. Including the ones here”—he stops to tap my breastbone—“where you think you can’t accept this. This is for everyone, including your brother.”

“You’re too much.”

“You’re talking about my dick again now, right?” He winks.

I laugh and run my hands through his hair. “All of you. You’re too much, too wonderful, too sexy, and too good in bed. And that means I’m not letting you go.”

“Excellent. How about letting me go down on you?”

I shake my head. “It’s my turn.”

I get on my knees for him. He spreads his arms across the back of the couch, all of Gramercy Park and Manhattan and the world unfurled before him, all at his fingertips. He has so much, he gives so freely, and right now, he gets to take his reward.

Like a dirty Prince Charming. Like a man who deserves everything good his woman gives him.



Flynn



This is better than pineapple math. Better than free pizza. This is . . . my brain short-circuits as she draws me in deep.

I groan and curl my hands around her head, threading my fingers through her hair. I want to close my eyes, let my head fall back, and just revel in the feeling.

But I want to watch her more.

Sabrina’s lush lips are wrapped around me, her hands moving over my length, along my thighs, her hair spilling on my skin.

This is . . .

Everything.

Blowjobs are as close to perfection as math and nature have given us. They are pure pleasure for a man and no work whatsoever. Honestly, there’s never anything to complain about when it comes to oral sex.

But this is more.

Even though my brain is in a haze and my thoughts are all static and fuzz as she sucks me hard, her tongue flicking along me, this is an entirely new experience.

In some ways, it feels like the first time ever.

Like that brain-sizzling moment when a woman puts her mouth on you and awareness and utter bliss collide into you simultaneously, and you think yes, fucking yes, blowjobs do reveal the secrets of the universe.

But maybe this is the secret to the universe.

It’s pleasure and lust, but it’s also sex and love, and it’s Sabrina treating me like I’m candy, like I’m hers, and like she wants me to feel so fucking good.

And I do.

God, I do.

My breath stutters as her warm mouth surrounds me. Pleasure crackles down my spine, climbs up my legs. It rolls around in my veins, and I gasp and I groan as I thrust up into her mouth, urging her to open more, take more.

“Angel,” I rasp, and I feel her throat relax, and holy fuck, I can’t stop thinking how extraordinary this feels. How extraordinary it is for all these things to reside in one person. This woman has my body, my mind, and my heart. Right now, she has my dick in her mouth, and hell, that’s where I want to be.

I reach the finish line in mere minutes, coming in her throat as I say her name in a strangled cry.

She lets me fall from her lips and crawls up into my lap, kissing my cheek. She whispers in my ear, “I like the way you taste.”

I shudder and plant a wet, deep kiss on her lips. “Say that again, and I’ll come again.”

“Good.” She wears a naughty look. “I like when you come. I like making you feel good.”