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BAGGACHOMC

FLYNN

L ight filtered through the thin curtains of the cabin, painting golden streaks across Tempest’s adorable as fuck sleeping face. I’d been awake for nearly an hour, just watching her.

This moment felt... different. I’d woken up next to plenty of women before, but never with this bone-deep contentment. Never with this certainty that there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

I was so fucking in love with her.

This wasn't some fling, and I wasn't pretending it was only because she'd let me into her bed. I wanted into her heart too.

The plan had always been to feel nothing, attach to no one, protect myself. But I traced the curve of Tempest’s cheek with my eyes, cataloging the constellation of freckles across her nose, and there was only this surprising sense of rightness.

Loving her wasn’t scary. It was the easiest, most natural thing I’d ever done.

Her eyes fluttered open, confusion giving way to recognition as she focused on me. “Were you watching me sleep?” Her voice was husky with sleep.

“Guilty.” I smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You drool, by the way.”

She gasped, hand flying to her mouth, and I laughed.

“I’m kidding.” I pulled her closer, reveling in the warmth of her against me.

“Jackass.” She pushed halfheartedly at my chest, but snuggled closer. “What time is it?”

“Early.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Storm’s passed, but let’s pretend it’s still a freak hurricane outside so we can stay in bed.”

She hummed contentedly, her fingers tracing absent patterns on my chest. I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips.

“Are you going to make me guess your pen name like I did with Burrito, or will you tell me, my sexy, mysterious author?”

A blush crept up her neck, but there was a hint of pride in her eyes as she said, “I don’t think I could take your awful guesses.”

“Come on. If it’s not Amanda Hugandkiss, I give up.” I already had at least half a dozen just as ridiculous guesses at the ready.

Tempest put her hand over my mouth. “It’s Miranda Milan.”

The name hit me like a linebacker at full speed. “Wait...like THE Miranda Milan?”

Her eyes widened. “You’ve heard of me?”

“Jules is obsessed with your books.” I sat up, incredulous. “ She made every Kingman in a ten mile radius scour bookstores when your last one came out because they were sold out everywhere.”

Tempest’s mouth fell open, then curved into a surprised smile. “Are you serious?”

“Completely. There’s a group chat with Trixie’s book club called ‘Mint Milans’ where they freak out over every single book.” I accidentally let out a laugh at her stunned expression. “Tempest, do you not realize how big your books are?”

She shook her head slightly. “I mean, obviously I know they sell well, but it’s hard to connect that with... real readers. Real people.” Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the sheet. “It still doesn’t feel real sometimes.”

“It’s very real.” I cupped her face in my hand and brushed my thumb across her lower lip.

I kissed her softly. “And I’m more than happy to help with further research.

” I let my eyes travel down her body, still half covered by the sheet.

“Got any positions you haven’t written about that you wanna try out? ”

She bit her lip. “I hadn’t tried any of it until last night.”

I kept my tone fun and flirty, wanting her to be at ease with me and everything we did together. “Then I volunteer as tribute. Use me and my body for all your research purposes.”

“Research purposes, huh?” She was trying her best to be playful right back but I saw the flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “I’m not exactly... light. What if I hurt you?”

Aha. My girl wanted to try being on top. The thought of Tempest riding my dick, taking her pleasure at her will, had me hard in half a second flat .

I lifted her chin, making her look at me. “My queen, I’m a D1 athlete about to go pro. I’ve been training my body my entire life. I’m not some breakable toy. If I’m not man enough to have my girl ride me like a cowgirl, I don’t know what I have all these muscles for.”

“Umm, for football?”

“Football schmootball. Plus,” I added with a wink, “it gives you all the control. You set the pace, the depth. I just get to lie back and enjoy the view.”

A smile tugged at her lips. “For research purposes.”

“Purely literary related,” I agreed solemnly.

She laughed then, the sound warming me from the inside. “I suppose I should be thorough in my methodology.”

I threw the sheets off and guided her over me, my hands sinking into the soft flesh at her hips. “Very thorough.”

“Wait. Condom. I’ve always wanted to write the whole putting one on with her mouth, but it seemed so awkward. You have more, don’t you?”

My laugh came out half bark, half shocked surprise. “Maybe we save that for later, because I only brought a couple and that sounds like it would take some practice. Which sounds fun and all, but?—”

“But I’d rather use the one you have left so I can have my way with you.

” God she was so fucking cute and completely sexy without meaning to be all at the same time.

She rolled off the bed and found my wallet in my jeans, pulling out the remaining condom.

“But will you show me how to put it on you?”

She was going to be the death of me. What a way to go .

We got the condom on, and she straddled me once again, then looked down. She frowned, and pressed one hand against her soft, round belly.

“Wait, how am I supposed to...I can’t see what I’m aiming for.” She laughed and shook her head. “I mean... that’s definitely going in a book.”

I grabbed my dick in one hand and wrapped my other around the edge of her waist. “Let me do the aiming. You just feel your way around once you get there.”

Tempest sank down onto my cock and it took all I had in me not to just thrust my hips up and start fucking her. Her expression was deliberate and thoughtful as she tested out the sensations. But her initial hesitation melted as she found a rhythm, and I lost my goddamn mind.

“Fu-uck, Tempest.”

Confidence bloomed as she watched the effect she had on me. I kept my eyes on hers, letting her see exactly what she did to me, how beautiful she was above me.

“This feels incredible.”

“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice strained. “Take what you need. Show me what you want.”

“I want to come like this,” she panted, “but I don’t know if my legs can take it. This is hard work.”

She laughed, until I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. “Slow down if you need to. I’ll get you there.”

“Flynn,” she gasped, her head falling back.

I thrust my hips, filling her, rubbing my thumb over her clit, and recited DSU football stats in my head so I didn’t come before she did.

But she felt so incredible, looked even better with the wild abandon on her face, taking her pleasure from me, that I wasn’t going to last more than about three more thrusts.

If I didn’t find a way to push her over the edge and soon, I was going to break my golden rule of sex. What my romance writing sex-goddess loved was words. So I pulled out all the stops.

“Be a good girl and come hard on my cock.” She moaned and I knew I was on the right track. Just a little more. “Come for me, Tempest. Give me that orgasm. It’s mine now, you’re mine now.”

She gasped and her inner muscles squeezed around me so hard I lost my battle trying to make sure she came first. The way her entire body shuddered and shattered, the way she groaned out my name, was more than I could take.

I exploded right along with her, the orgasm hitting with such intensity, I quite literally saw stars floating around my angel’s head.

Afterward, she collapsed against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I held her close, my hands tracing the curve of her spine.

“Good research?” I murmured into her hair.

She laughed against my skin. “Excellent. Very... thorough. So incredibly informational.”

“Happy to be your test subject anytime.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, marveling at how right she felt in my arms, how complete.

A buzzing sound interrupted our little blissful afterglow bubble. We’d lost signal sometime during the storm. Both our phones went off at the same time.

“I guess the real world is back and has found us,” I sighed, reluctantly reaching for my phone .

“Cell service must have just gotten restored,” Tempest said, pulling the sheet around herself as she leaned over the edge of the bed to retrieve her own phone from her discarded clothes.

I had twelve missed calls from Dad, five from Gryff, and a string of texts ranging from concerned to panicked. I shot off a quick group message.

Me: We’re both fine. Heading back to hotel soon-ish.

Tempest was frowning at her own screen. “Eight missed calls from my agent. That’s... unprecedented.” She looked uncertain as she pressed call.

I busied myself checking my other messages while she spoke to her agent. The Bandits PR team wanted to reschedule our meeting with the owner.

“Gloria, I’m fine,” Tempest was saying. “We found shelter... Yes, ‘we’. I was with... a friend.” Her eyes flicked to mine, a smile playing at her lips.

“Of course I understand they aren’t happy about that,” she continued, her tone shifting to something more professional, more assured.

“I will be a producer and maintain final say on that. I won’t have them Hollywood white-washing or skinny-washing my heroines.

It’s nonnegotiable if they want the books. ”

I watched, fascinated, as she negotiated terms with the confidence of a seasoned professional. This was yet another side of Tempest I hadn’t seen. Badass businesswoman, the successful author protecting her work. It was sexy as hell.

“Yes, email them over and I’ll have my lawyer review before signing.” She hung up, meeting my appreciative gaze. “What?”

“Nothing.” I grinned. “Just enjoying watching author Tempest in action. It’s hot.”