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Mirabelle shiver with pleasure.
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Mirabelle pushed her pussy into his face, wanting and getting more. She leaned
down against him, her breasts on his back. She almost collapsed to her knees when his
tongue went inside her vagina in a thrusting motion.
Oh Flynn, she whispered. Mirabelle liked the ticklish feel but she needed
something harder. As if guessing her thoughts Flynn suddenly thrust three fingers then
four inside the slippery wet core of her. Mirabelle s head flung back as his tongue
worked her clit and his fingers thrust into and out of her. She bit her lip to stop herself
from screaming as the tremors grabbed her and pushed her over the edge of no return
and she came in Flynn s mouth.
Flynn stood up and pulled Mirabelle into his arms.
God I love you. Flynn kissed her softly, sucking on her lower lip.
The taste of their combined scents on his lips was wildly erotic. Mirabelle wanted
to believe Flynn loved her but it was all too quick. Wasn t this all just knee-trembling
sex? Her heart said no. However the rest of her body would pretty much go along with
anything at that moment. She was a slave to her senses. Mirabelle had never felt this
wildly abandoned with any man and she liked it. But was that love?
I think it s safe to leave.
Flynn kissed her nose teasingly.
Scared of the whole love thing?
It s all too soon&
When it s right, it s right, Miss Mirabelle. Time is irrelevant. Flynn opened the
door of the broom closet and looked out. The coast is clear.
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Coming out of the closet has a whole new meaning for me now. Mirabelle
followed Flynn out. She stopped and listened. I can hear someone outside in Lila s yard
again.
Flynn walked into the kitchen and looked out the window overlooking his aunt s
yard.
What is this preoccupation you have with wandering around naked? It didn t
bother Mirabelle, but she was into the whole limo man naked thing. What if Lila walked
in at this moment?
Aunt Lila is at her place. Flynn watched the woman in question poking around
in the rubble of her home.
Mirabelle looked out the window.
Well, that s interesting. What was his aunt looking for?
What? The woman is looking over the wreckage.
But last night Lila said there was nothing to look for. What is she doing there
now? Mirabelle noticed the reflection of her naked breasts against the glass. Bloody
hell! She jumped back from the window. If the neighbors hadn t seen enough of her in
the last couple of days then they had just copped an eyeful now. I forget I m naked
around you& and get that thing under control. Mirabelle pointed to his cock. It was
already jerking with interest. You re like the Eveready bunny.
Oh Miss Mirabelle, let s find those condoms and&
Mirabelle pushed her hands against Flynn s chest.
No, we need to see what Lila s doing over there.
Flynn sighed.
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Does it matter? He smiled at the look of exasperation Mirabelle gave him. Yes,
I know. You are a woman and you need to know everything five seconds ago. So let s
get dressed and find out whatever it is you want to find out and then we ll make love.
I m kind of sticky&
Flynn ran his hands caressingly over Mirabelle s stomach where evidence of his
coming still coated her body.
Okay, let s take a shower together and&
Mirabelle smiled and shook her head.
That s just asking for trouble. We d never get out of the shower and there is a
drought and water restrictions you know. It was a dead certainty that they would use up
more water than the State Government allowed them to. And while showering with
Flynn was a mighty nice idea, showering alone would be quicker and better for the
environment.
Fine, shower alone but it won t be much fun, Flynn responded in mock hurt.
You ll cope, limo man. Rejection is good for the soul.
I bet you won t reject me later.
With his cocky attitude and that body of his, Mirabelle had no intention of taking
that bet.
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Chapter Five
What are you looking for, Aunt Lila? Flynn called out as he walked over to her
among the rubble. Was it his imagination or did dear sweet old Aunt Lila look pissed off
to see him?
Nothing in particular, dear. I just wanted to see if there was anything worth
salvaging. She moved toward her nephew. I can t imagine what those people were
looking for last night.
Yeah, it s not like you have gold buried under the floorboards.
No of course not, Lila Standish responded quickly.
Are you okay, Aunt Lila? You look kind of pale. His conversation with Mirabelle
about his aunt s reaction to someone being in her yard last night came back to Flynn s
mind.
It s just the shock of it all. Lila looked at her nephew thoughtfully. Mirabelle is a
sweet little thing, isn t she?
She is as sweet as pie. And Flynn wanted to keep tasting that sweetness. It
was an indulgence he was not about to give up despite the lady s reluctance to accept
that there was more than just sex between them. Flynn did not need to fall in love by the
numbers. It just happened. He was in love with Mirabelle and he knew she felt the
same. He looked forward to making Mirabelle admit it.
It s funny she s not married. You don t think she s one of those lesbian people,
do you, dear?
Flynn had to bite back a laugh as he thought back over the last twenty-four to
forty-eight hours he had spent with Mirabelle. Her team of choice was not in dispute.
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She was the captain of his heart and she would not be playing on anyone else s team
but his from now on.
Some women just want more, Aunt Lila. And as far as Flynn was concerned he
was everything Mirabelle Turner could want. He just had to convince the lady in
question.
I guess that s it. Run along, dear, I m just going to poke around in the rubble.
She smiled sweetly at Flynn. I ll be fine, I m not going to do anything stupid that could
make me break a hip or anything.
Something about his aunt made Flynn uneasy. Was it just the whole fire thing or
was it something else?
I was thinking I would take a ride and check out how my house is progressing.
Take Mirabelle with you, dear. Let her see what you have.
I already have and I plan to show her much more, Flynn murmured softly under
his breath.
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There is no way I am getting on that. Mirabelle clutched the helmet he had
given her in one hand and used the other hand to point to the shiny black motorbike
before her. Motorbikes never seemed safe to her. Mirabelle liked the enclosed feeling of
a car with its roll bars and air bags. She did not like the thought of having to hang on for
grim death and having to pull bugs out of her hair. When Flynn had invited her to see
his house under construction, she had been curious. What sort of a house would
someone like Flynn have? Was it the sort of house she would like to live in all purely
interest and speculation of course. However, no matter how great her interest, Mirabelle
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did not want to ride this beast to get there. That Flynn was a capable driver she did not
doubt for a second. It was all the other mad drivers on the road she was worried
about along with the bugs in her hair.
Flynn swung one leg over and slid onto the bike and sat down.
It s a Harley Davidson VRSCR the latest model.
This man was truly worth looking at in his tight black leather. Mirabelle wondered
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