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The days following the breaking news of Quinn and Raelyn’s relationship had been a crazy whirlwind of phone calls, new privacy arrangements and dodging the press.

Raelyn had taken a few days off work so that she could adjust to the new media attention and find a way to do her job without disrupting the practice or the patients.

Alexis called her several times over the weekend to warn her about the sudden increase in appointment requests.

There were other physical therapists at her office, but all of these new patients seemed to be requesting Dr. DeRose.

Alexis had expressed her concern that these were reporters or photographers hoping to get a chance to speak with Quinn’s new girl directly.

Grateful that her secretary had seen the ruse these people were trying to pull, she told Alexis to simply let anyone who called know that she would not be seeing any new patients at this time.

They were still staying with her parents.

Raelyn was itching to get back into her own house, but Quinn insisted they wait until the excitement over their relationship faded, not wanting too many reporters and paparazzi to be able to bother her at home.

He assured her they would find someone new and more scandalous to follow around soon enough, and then they would be able to live more normally again.

There would probably still be a few cameras to dodge here and there, but the crowds would eventually diffuse.

They would be safe to drive their own vehicles rather than take her parents’ chauffeurs everywhere, and she would be able to go get groceries or go to the gym without a hat and sunglasses .

New articles and photos of them continued to pop up daily.

Most recently was a story with several photos from the wedding- photos of Raelyn and Emerson - ugh!

They had been photographed in the moments before the bridal party had entered the reception, in that rare occurrence of Emerson being relatively bearable.

There was a photograph of them laughing together, another of him with his eyes focused on her while she looked into her champagne glass, and one in which he appeared to have his arm around her, but Raelyn knew he was just setting his own champagne glass on the bar behind her.

Predictably, Quinn was displeased. He knew the photos just looked bad, and the implication that she was using or playing him was complete crap, but Raelyn had caught him studying the photos on more than one occasion.

She had taken the iPad away from him and managed to distract him in the best way she knew how- They’d had quiet sex in her walk-in closet- or they’d tried their best to be quiet at least- and he hadn’t mentioned or looked at the photos since.

While she was feeling a little cabin fever-ish, she knew Harry was certainly not complaining about the recent changes.

With both Quinn and Raelyn being home all the time, he’d gotten two long runs each day, in the morning and evening.

During the day, Harry could be found poolside, beneath an umbrella or shading himself in the many grape vines beyond the backyard.

It was Thursday evening and Raelyn had just gotten out of the shower after a long run with Quinn and Harry.

Having to shower separately and keep their clothes on more frequently was an adjustment, and another reason she couldn’t wait to get back into her own home.

They had gotten better at having quiet sex, but she was ready to get home and have Quinn throw her on her back and go crazy with it.

Wrapped in a towel, she slipped across the hall and into her bedroom where Quinn was on the phone, head leaning back on the headboard.

It appeared he had taken advantage of the fact that there were multiple bathrooms with showers in the large house and was already clean and back in a pair of vintage-wash blue jeans .

“...okay, room four-oh-two?” His eyes flew up to Raelyn as she entered and lowered his voice into the phone, “Okay, yeah I’ll be there. I gotta go.” He quickly pulled the phone from his ear, pressed the red button to end the call and tossed the phone on the bed, face down.

Leaning back against the door as she closed it all the way, she flipped the lock then swept over to the bed.

Raelyn climbed onto the mattress and straddled his lap, letting the towel fall.

She kissed him deeply. His hands like magnets found her hips and slid their way up to hold her breasts.

The groan rumbled through his mouth and into hers, sending a warm and needy sensation between her thighs.

“Who was that on the phone?” Raelyn asked, slipping her hands beneath his light cotton t-shirt, splaying them on his unbelievably hard, broad chest.

Quinn spoke around their kisses, never fully parting his lips from hers, “Jett is picking me up later.” His lips traced her jaw.

“People are snooping around my mom’s house.

” His tongue slid down her neck and across her collar bone.

“Want to make sure everything’s okay there.

” Raelyn pressed into his mouth as he sucked at her skin.

“Then checking out a new hotel room...We booked a few so they don’t know where to find us.

..But now we can have somewhere...we don’t have to hold back.

” At this, he dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Raelyn’s neck arched back as she muffled her own cry of pleasure and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “But I still can’t go home yet?”

“I know, babe, I know.” Quinn maneuvered her onto her back, holding himself above her now.

“I was looking forward to moving in, too.” He started back in, licking and sucking at her nipple while toying with the other between his fingers.

“We were going to break that place in. Leave no surface untouched.”

“I think we have a pretty good head start on that.” The last words came out as a small moan, curving her spine away from the mattress when Quinn scraped his teeth gently across her nipple. “Ugh, Quinn, why did you put clothes back on? ”

“So I can watch you take them off.” Quinn’s smile pressed into her soft skin and she lifted his shirt up and over his head.

The ding and vibration of a phone sounded from beneath her, and Quinn slipped his hand under her back to retrieve it. Lifting his head up, he glanced at the phone. His brows pulled together and he sat up with an aggravated groan. “Shit…” Quinn sighed. “I have to call my agent.”

“Right now?” Raelyn asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

“I’m sorry, ma chouette ,” said Quinn, leaning forward for a quick kiss.

Raelyn’s eyebrows scrunched, confused. “Chouette? Are you sure that’s what you meant?”

“That’s ‘my darling’, right?” Quinn asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, glancing away from his phone.

“Uh, no,” Raelyn giggled. “You’re looking for ma chérie.”

“What did I say?” Quinn’s eyebrows pulled together again.

“My owl,” she replied, “but it’s super cute, I like it.”

Quinn’s lips pulled up into an adorably embarrassed grin. “I’ll never be able to speak French.”

“I love that you’re trying,” said Raelyn, rolling up to make her way to the dresser.

By the time she turned back around to ask more about their trip to Paris in December, his phone was pressed to his ear again. With a quick apologetic look, he took the phone call out to her balcony, closing the door behind him.

Raelyn got dressed and watched him for a few moments.

He was never particularly animated on the phone, and he kept his voice low.

She wasn’t a huge fan of how much he had been on the phone lately, but she figured that was part of the package.

With the knowledge that she would have to save her sexual appetite for later, she decided to head downstairs while he finished up his phone call and start making dinner for the two of them.

Quinn had just enough time to eat something and pack an overnight bag before Jett arrived to pick him up.

With a short peck on the lips, Raelyn sent him out the door and then wandered back into the living room where her dad was watching TV.

Since staying with her parents, Quinn and Charlie would spend their evenings watching MLB network, but tonight her dad put on The Big Bang Theory instead and they watched a few episodes together.

Around nine o’clock, Raelyn made her way back up to her bedroom to pack her own overnight bag- she was not getting caught leaving the hotel again in leggings and Quinn’s t-shirt.

And no bra. Of course, in that particular instance she had been grateful for her lack of endowment in the chest region.

Under Quinn’s large shirt, it was hard to tell she’d been braless in those photos.

Earlier in the week, Camille had been kind enough to go to her house and grab a large section of her wardrobe to bring over to their parent’s house.

Searching through one of the bags she had yet to fully unpack, Raelyn was about to mentally kick herself for not making sure her sister had grabbed some lingerie when she came across a pile of lacy, strappy, mesh, and silky fabrics at the bottom of the bag.

“Oh, bless you, Camille,” Raelyn said under her breath.

Sorting through the various sets of bras and bustiers, thongs, and even a pair of crotchless panties, Raelyn settled on a black strappy bustier with lace so thin it looked almost silver.

There was a pair of matching panties she knew she had yet to wear for Quinn, but the mere thought of keeping them on and watching him slide down her body, putting his face between her legs was enough to make her blush and feel that familiar warmth spread from her stomach, into her breasts and between her thighs.