Page 22 of Fools Rush Flynn

Her eyes rake over my frame and I suppress a shudder.

“Rick is not very well equipped to please a woman like myself, if you know what I mean. But I bet you’re packing some serious heat between your legs, aren’t you, big boy?”

“Wow, you are brazen aren’t you?”

“That and so much more.”

“I actually know all I need to know about you,” I say.

Her hand goes to her chest as if she’s surprised. It’s a not-so-veiled movement to draw my eyes to her tits. But I’m not interested.

“We can learn all kinds of things about one another,” she coos. She closes the distance between us, then puts both of her palms on my chest. “There’s plenty of privacy in the hedge maze.”

I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. “Not interested.”

Her expression wavers. “What?”

“I said I’m not interested in whatever it is that you’re offering. Women like you are only ever after one thing.”

“You don’t know anything about me?” she snaps.

“I know your real name isn’t Lotus. Well, your original name, I should say. You did legally change it to Lotus when you were sixteen.”

Her thin lips purse. “How did you?” she hisses, not even bothering to finish her question.

“I did some intelligence work in the Army. I have skills. Why would a teenage girl change her name from Meredith to Lotus?” I feign curiosity. “I’m guessing you had aspirations of becoming a stripper or Vegas show girl. Am I close?”

“You’re a dick,” she says.

“Maybe,” I say with a shrug. “But I’m a happily married dick who does not cheat on his wife.”

“Asshole,” she snaps, then marches away from me.

“Thank you for saying that to her,” Temple’s voice comes from behind me.

I turn to find my wife. “I meant it.” I cup her cheek and she leans into my touch.

Then a look of sheer determination covers her face. She grabs my hand and leads me further into the yard.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“You’ll see.”

She pulls me towards the hedge maze, and then inside it. We enter deeper, but she seems to know where she’s going. Finally we get to a dead end, but it’s a cozy little spot with a stone bench and a climbing flowering vine behind it. She pushes me down until I sit on the bench.

Then she gets on her knees in front of me, her body wedging between my thighs.

“What are you doing, wife?”

Her pretty blue eyes look up at me, but her hands go straight to the button and zipper of my trousers. Then her hand is pulling my erection out of my boxers. She tucks the waistband under my balls.

She reaches for me, and when her hand wraps around my cock, I nearly forget how to breathe. Her tongue swipes out, licking me. Right at the tip. Just a soft, slow taste.

“Fuck—” I swear and lean back against the hedge wall. My attempt to give her more room, more access, more everything

“Ah, Angel, you don’t have to⁠—”

She meets my gaze and cocks one brow at me. “Flynn, be quiet.” Her voice is stern, wicked, and laced with heat. Like a naughty schoolteacher. “I don’t want to hear another word unless it’s to guide or praise me. Understood?”