“Sunday dinners are different,” Casey Kavanagh slid a dark red, long sleeved shirt over her head. “I know you know my family, but working for the family and being part of the family are very different things. They’re absolutely crazy, and Sunday dinners are where they let their freak flags fly.”

Flynn Gallagher laughed from where he was stretched out across her bed naked. “Case, your cousin punched me one of the first few times I’d met him—remember? I’m well aware they’re loons.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about that.” She shrugged, fluffing her bright red hair in the mirror. That had been several years ago, and Quinn hadn’t been a fan of the idea that Flynn was basically replacing him as an agent to the mixed martial artists at her family gym, Legends. Luckily, it had all worked out in the end and they were friends now. Quinn had gone on to follow his true calling and passion as a sculptor in Seattle, and Flynn had become her Uncle Seamus’s right hand man. Now that her uncle had taken a step back from the business due to his own health, Flynn and Kieran pretty much ran the show. “I know they all love you. I’m just saying, be on your best behavior.”

Flynn sat up on the bed, his shaggy blond hair framing his face. Despite having been together for months and friends for even longer before that, she still found herself shocked by his size when she looked at him. He was taller than any man she’d met and just as broad, but that wasn’t what made her jaw drop the most. It was when his clothes were off that he was his most intimidating.

Reaching out, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down on the bed on top of him. “Babe, are you nervous for tonight?”

“Of course, I’m nervous,” she replied, running her hands across his rippled abs and straddling one knee on either side of his waist. “This is my first time bringing home a guy. At least, my first time bringing home someone I’m serious about.”

His lips twitched, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. He slid his hands up her hips and under her shirt, fluttering across her skin. Her entire body heated and pulsed. They were new in many senses, but there was no doubt in her mind that Flynn was the man she’d marry one day.

When they’d first met, damn, she’d been crushing hard. He was insanely attractive, so she couldn’t stop her young college self from running through every fantasy. Unfortunately, he was a few weeks away from walking down the aisle with another woman at the time and so, he’d spurned her advances.

That kind of sucked, honestly. She’d been pretty pissed at the rejection until she realized why, but even then, it stung. Of course, then his fiancé left him at the altar, and he’d become unavailable because of how emotionally devastated she’d left him. Honestly, that entire summer was a fucking mess for both of them.

She headed back to college in the fall and tried everything to get him out of her mind. It worked for a little bit. Until she graduated. Upon her move back to Woodlawn, there was no way to avoid him. He’d healed a lot since she’d last seen him, and finally stopped looking at her like a coworker. They’d been able to spark a friendship and, though hesitant at first, romance had blossomed from there.

“You’re serious about me?” His brows lifted, and he slid her shirt back over her head, tossing it across the room.

“Flynn…we’re going to be late…”

Her words faltered as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumb sliding across her nipples, only the fabric of her bra between them. He pushed the cups down, squeezing her nipples between his fingers. “I asked you a question.”

“Hmmm…”

“Casey.” He applied more pressure, rolling the sensitive tips. “Answer me.”

She was pressing her core down against him, moving against him to meet the need building inside her. “Yes.”

Flynn let go of her, and the sudden loss had her gasping.

“Yes, what?” he continued.

Her eyes blinked open, trying to remember what they were talking about before his skilled hands cleared her brain. “Of course, I’m serious about you. About us. Aren’t you?”

In seconds, Flynn flipped her over and covered her body with his. He rid her of her remaining clothes, leaving them skin to skin and she wanted nothing more than for him to plunge inside her.

His lips found hers, but she wanted an answer. She’d just put herself out there, stated her feelings for him…sort of. They hadn’t said I love you yet or anything, but they were heading in that direction. In the meantime…damn, this man knew how to kiss.

Large hands gripped her knees, pushing them wider as his tongue plunged inside her mouth. They wrapped around one another, and she ran her fingers through his long hair, reveling in how soft it was. Moans escaped her as his kisses traveled south, nipping the skin on her neck and then her chest. When he flicked his tongue across her nipple, she thought her eyes might actually roll into the back of her head.

This man knew her body in a way no man ever had before, and the way he worshiped every inch of her was beyond her wildest dreams.

“Fuck, Case…your body…” He growled against the skin below her stomach before pushing her legs apart wider and sliding his tongue across her core.

Casey’s body arched off the bed, a small scream escaping her. “Oh, God…right there.”

He moved faster—sucking, licking, nipping. Stars began to splinter behind her eyelids as her climax overtook her. Then just as she was beginning to come down from the high, Flynn pulled on a condom and slid inside her.

Every inch of him stretched her, and she wanted more. “Flynn—”

“You’re so tight.” He groaned in her ear before nipping at her lobe. Reaching down, he hooked his arm behind one of her knees and lifted her leg higher. He plunged deeper with the new position, and she pressed her hips up to meet him. “Come with me, Case.”

“I’m close,” she whispered, barely able to find her breath. “Oh!”

Her second climax hit her quickly, almost surprising her in its intensity. She threw her arms around his neck and anchored herself to him, burying her face against his warm skin.

“Damn, baby.” He grunted, pressing further into her as his own climax made him shudder. Falling against her, he kissed her cheek and then her lips. “I can’t get enough of you, Casey.”

“Mmm…” She kept her eyes closed, just reveling in the feeling of it all. Until she remembered the time. “Oh, my God, we’re going to be late!”

Flynn chuckled, pulling himself to his feet. “We have plenty of time. Quick shower, and we’re good to go. Come join me.”

“None of that.” She wiggled her index finger, pointing at his face. “You’ve distracted me enough with…” Her eyes raked over his body, hungry. “All of this.”

He smirked, one brow lifted. “I don’t remember you complaining.”

Casey blushed and threw a towel at him. “Go shower.”

Flynn laughed, but she heard him turning on the water a minute later. Hurrying to clean up and get ready, she pulled out a small red box from her dresser drawer. She lifted the lid, fingering the silver cuff links she’d purchased Flynn for Christmas in two weeks. They were a bit of a big gesture, and she knew that was risky.

Flynn had grown up with nothing, in and out of foster homes most of his childhood. While he had money now, he still lived a very simple life and gave so much to others instead. It was one of the reasons why she loved him, and why she knew he’d fit in well with her family who followed the same mindset. But for their first Christmas as a couple, she wanted to give him something flashy that he might not have ever gotten for himself.

Their earlier conversation replayed in her mind, however. He’d dodged the same question he’d asked her, and her nerves weren’t handling it well. After having wanted him for so long, and dealing with his early rejection, she still worried that he might have just settled for her. That maybe his heart was still at the top of that altar with his runaway almost-bride.

She’d never had her heart broken before, and she was terrified Flynn would be the first man who could.