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Quinn woke up to the sound of his phone going off.

The text tone was dinging over and over, and without much thought, he reached to his nightstand, searching blindly for the source and flipped it to silent.

Eyes still closed, he rolled himself to face Rae, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her so that she was up against his body.

Her back was to him, and he buried his face in her neck, pressing light kisses into her skin.

Images from the previous night took up space in his mind; Stripping clothes off themselves and each other as soon as the door shut, pinning Rae against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he entered her roughly, the rattling picture frame next to them as he worked to give her that first climactic release.

Taking her on the couch, the floor, the bedroom wall, turning her around on the mirrored closet doors so he could watch everything.

Oh God, Rae dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth.

He was hard again, his cock pressing against Rae’s backside now.

His hands slid up to her breasts, caressing and sliding gentle fingers over her nipples.

He seemed to have roused her and her hips were now rolling back into him slowly.

Matching the motion of her hips, he slid a hand down and between her legs, stroking gently.

Her responding groan was groggy and heavy with sleep, but her body was responding how he needed it to.

“Rae, baby, I need you right now,” Quinn whispered into her neck, kissing and sucking at her skin, as he pressed his hard length against her .

She let out another sleepy groan, arching her back when he circled her clit with his finger.

She parted her legs, making room for him.

Quinn angled himself at her opening and slowly thrusted, first just allowing the head of his cock inside, then further with the second and third thrusts until he was buried deep.

Rae continued rocking into him and he gripped her hips firmly. She reached back, fisting his hair as he made his movements more aggressive, demanding more and more from her half-sleeping body.

The doorbell to the suite sounded through the room. Quinn’s eyes shot open, wondering who the hell would be at his door this early. And why now?

Closing his eyes again, he chose to ignore it, resetting his focus on Rae and pleasure and satisfying their needs.

The doorbell rang again, accompanied by knocking.

Quinn groaned, aggravated, and leaned over Rae to kiss her on the cheek before reluctantly parting himself from her and getting out of bed.

Hastily pulling on a pair of boxers, he made his way through the living room to the door.

His raging erection was perfectly visible inside his shorts, but he didn’t care.

Hell, the person who’d taken him away from his bed should know what they were interrupting.

“This had better be an emergency,” Quinn sighed as he pulled the door open.

A short brunette with a ponytail stood next to a tall, thin man with black hair and a natural tan.

They both wore professional clothes; the woman in a blazer and a blouse with a pencil skirt and the man wearing a suit.

Quinn registered their name tags and realized they must work at the concierge desk.

He didn’t miss how both sets of eyes widened and swept him from head to toe, taking in his near-naked and fully erect presence.

“Um, yes, Mr. Casey...” The woman was staring either at his torso or his barely-concealed cock, he couldn’t quite tell.

Her eyes snapped up to his face, redness blossoming under her fair cheeks.

“We thought we should tell you that there are quite a few cameras out front. It’s a bit of a scene down there. ”

“After those articles popped up this morning, it seems like someone must’ve let slip where you’re staying-”

Quinn cut the man off, “What articles?”

“With all the pictures of you and your...girlfriend?” He said hesitantly.

Furrowing his brow, Quinn turned and looked into the room where Rae was now walking out of the bedroom wearing his button-down shirt from the previous night. Her hair was tousled, falling over one shoulder as she looked at him curiously.

“Is everything okay?” Rae asked, glancing from Quinn to the hotel workers at the door. “It’s not your mom, is it?”

“No,” Quinn said quickly, “no, nothing like that. Um, Rae, just stay away from the windows. And maybe get some clothes on.”

“All I have is my bridesmaid's dress,” she replied. “I totally didn’t think to grab my bag out of the changing room last night.”

“Oh right,” Quinn turned back to the man and woman outside his door.

“Could you guys go get some, like, pants or sweatpants or leggings. Women’s.

..small.” He found his dress pants on the floor behind the door where they’d been dropped and dug out his wallet.

He handed the woman a hundred-dollar bill.

“Keep the change. How many cameras are we talkin’ down there? ”

“About a dozen, I’d say,” she replied, folding up the cash and tucking it away.

Quinn cursed under his breath and stole another glance at Rae, whose attention was now glued to her phone. Folding her legs under herself, she sat on the couch and started scrolling.

“We’ll be here until you get back, and then we’ll go from there,” Quinn said.

The two concierges both gave short nods, and he closed the door.

Sitting down next to Rae on the couch, he smoothed down his hair, looking at her anxiously.

He’d completely forgotten about this part of them being together.

The media, the paparazzi, the ruthless reporters who would no doubt dig into Rae’s past and try finding something that would make a good story- of course good stories were never the happy ones .

“Well, mon amour , I hope you’re ready to hang up that playboy reputation of yours,” Rae said, still staring down at her phone.

“Amira, Camille, and Alexis were all sending me links. I literally had over twenty texts this morning. I even have a text from Dad congratulating us on making it official.”

Quinn groaned and rested his forehead on Rae’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I completely forgot about the whole.

..being famous thing. I just feel like I’ve been on vacation to a completely different life.

” He lifted his head so that his chin was now resting on her shoulder, “The hotel people were letting me know there are cameras out front, wanting to know more about us.”

“You’re okay with people knowing, right?” Rae asked, eyeing him curiously.

“Yes, yes, of course,” Quinn said, placing his hand behind her neck and pulling her in, pressing his lips to hers.

“I want people to know. I do. I just didn’t think about all this.

I don’t like the idea of all these strangers trying to follow you around and dig up dirt.

Happy stories don’t sell. They like me because I’ve got the whole ‘bad boy’ rep.

That’s why I get so much media attention, and now I’m putting that on you. I’m sorry.”

“It’ll be an adjustment, but I kinda like you,” she kissed him and pulled away just slightly, “so we’ll make it work.”

“You’re already moving across the country for me, and now you have to put up with this,” Quinn said. “I feel like I’m not worth all that.”

“Stop it,” Rae scolded, tracing his jaw with the tips of her fingers. “We’ve been over this. You always underestimate yourself. I love you. I want to be with you. And you want to be with me, right?”

“Only for over half my life,” said Quinn.

“Good. Then we’ll make it work.” The corner of Rae’s lips tugged upward as she said this, and he stared back into her bright blue eyes. The same eyes that had always made him feel so at home, so calm and grounded when he thought he might lose it .

Does she have any idea how bad I want to see those eyes every morning for the rest of my life?

“Have you seen the pictures yet?” Rae asked, excited. “We look damn good together.”

“Oh yeah?” Quinn stood up and slipped into the bedroom to grab his phone off his nightstand.

Though he’d been woken up by multiple text message tones, he hadn’t actually checked it.

His eyes went wide at the number of text notifications he had, and he suddenly wished he had Zoey here to manage and smooth everything over.

The first text, or thread of texts, he opened was from Zoey.

Zoey: First of all- I am SO happy for you and proud of you right now. Second, this is going to be huge. I hope your girl is prepared for this craziness!

Zoey: You two might be the most gorgeous couple ever! Did you plan this?

There was a link attached to her message with pictures of him and Rae at the wedding.

Quinn wondered who was taking pictures of them to sell, but also felt like an idiot for not seeing this coming.

Of course someone would have a camera at a wedding and notice him.

Hell, it could’ve been the photographer.

The first picture was of him and Rae wrapped in that first fiery kiss on the dance floor when she’d dragged him up out of his chair.

There were several of them laughing and dancing, a few more of them kissing.

There was a picture of them sitting at the table with Jett, smiling and talking while Quinn massaged her feet in his lap.

There was a photo of him holding the garter he’d caught on one finger as he stood in front of Rae with a suggestive smirk on his face.

The final photos were of them getting into the taxi at the end of the night.

Thank God they didn’t take pictures inside that cab .

There were several other links to pictures and even some articles with various headlines: “He’s Stealing Bases, She’s Stealing His Heart,” “Quinn Casey Can’t Dodge Cupid,” “Casey Hits Hard- Love Hits Harder,” “Who’s Quinn Casey’s New Catch?

,” “Can She Take Him All the Way to Home?,” “Casey Gets a Curveball.”