Page 91 of Rebooting Conor Flynn

Jabbing myself in the chest with my thumb, I asked, “At the expense of my reputation? I have a manager and an image too. Why is trashing mine okay?”

“It’s not okay. Of course it’s not, but I have to find a way to spare both of you. It’s all my fault anyway. I need to fix it.”

“I won’t do anything until you give me the go ahead. We can wait—it’s a long drive to Austin.” I flicked a lock of hair from her shoulder. “How is this your fault?”

“I’m the one who suggested the stunt dating, and then I made it difficult for you to play along because...”

“Because I couldn’t keep my hands off you?” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed the nape of her neck. Then I reached down and squeezed her bottom. “You’re right. That is your fault for being so fucking irresistible.”

She arched her back. “I should’ve never come up with that stupid plan.”

I spun her around to face me. “I know you wanted to start the campaign with a bang, get everyone on board, and that was the quickest way. You deserve that promotion, Noelle. I don’t blame you for that.”

“I-it was more than that.”

She dropped her lashes, and I wedged a thumb beneath her chin to tilt her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“What else?”

She took a shaky breath that ran through her slight frame. “I just wanted you to think that I didn’t care about you. That I had forgotten what happened between us all those years ago. Setting you up with another woman was supposed to put closure to our...my unresolved feelings.”

My heart thudded in my chest as my gaze dropped to her pouty lips. “That didn’t work.”

“No.” She touched my face, and I shivered in the hot, still air.

She continued. “What’s worse is that I couldn’t understand why you jumped at the chance to fake date Ashley. I suggested it because I was sure you’d reject it—not because of me but because you’d already suffered enough under stunts.”

“I agreed because of you.”

“Don’t tell me you wanted me to believe you didn’t have any feelings left for me.”

“I agreed because the minute I saw you, all those feelings and memories overwhelmed me. I wanted you to succeed. That’s all I ever wanted for you, Nollaig—that and having you in my bed every night.”

She sobbed and fell against me. I kissed her deep and hard, tasting her salty tears on my lips. I unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it off her shoulders.

We’d been through hell because of Ashley, and now we had a means to put an end to the torture.

I planted a row of kisses down her throat to her cleavage. Dipping my hand into her bra and pushing aside the silky material, I cupped her tit and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

She pressed her lower body against my cock, so hard for her already.

We stripped off our clothes on the balcony, and I sat down in one of the chairs, pulling her with me. Nobody but the buttes to see us. She straddled me, spreading her wet pussy against the hot, tight skin of my cock. I dug my fingers into her ass, sliding that little pussy back and forth, wetting down my cock.

She sighed against my chest, her body melding with mine, releasing every fear and inhibition—just the way I liked it. I had to own her fully when I took her. I didn’t want her to think about anything but her pleasure.

As she rubbed her clit against me, I slipped two fingers inside her from behind, one in each of her tight holes. Her grinding became more frantic, and she dug her fingernails into my shoulders, scraping them down my arms. It hurt so fucking good, I didn’t care.

I eased my fingers deeper into her, and she tightened around them, sucking me in. Every muscle in her body tensed, and she bared her teeth against my flesh.

She climaxed in jagged waves, the powerful muscles in her cunt squeezing me. With the last contraction of her pussy, she flooded my hand with her sweet juices.

Her body collapsed against me, boneless, liquified in its release. Through short, panting breaths, she said, “Buses, balconies. When do we get to shag in a bed?”

I nipped her earlobe. “Complaints?”

Clasping one arm around her waist, I wedged my other hand on the arm of the chair and staggered to my feet, her body wrapped around mine, my cock still inside her.

I walked her backwards into the bedroom, peeled her from my body, and tossed her onto the bed. “There’s your bed. Where’s the gratitude?”