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“Okay.” Polly checked the time on her phone. “We should head back after this.”

Flynn reached across the table and took Polly’s hand. “Can we stay here, together, and not worry about going back to the real world? This is the happiest I’ve ever been, and I don’t want to leave it.”

She squeezed his hand. “Maybe someday. We can work toward this. Rockstar retirement? But for now we have to tour with the bands and go back to reality. We have contracts to honor and jobs to do. We can spend our time off together, though. And we won’t be touring forever. We only have to get through it for a little while.”

His gaze met hers. “Move in with me.”

“Maybe.”

He smiled. “That’s not a no. I like my chances.”

Polly smiled at him. “Let’s get out of here. I get to watch you strut on stage then I get to leave with you. It’s my lucky night.”

* * *

Polly woke to the soft strum of an acoustic guitar. Flynn hummed along to it.

She rubbed her eyes and looked toward the sound.

Flynn sat on the room’s couch in his boxers and played the guitar. He wore his glasses and wrote on music sheets in the dim lamplight. He must be working on new music.

Flynn noticed she’d awakened. “Sorry, I tried to be quiet.”

“It’s okay. What are you working on?”

He smiled. “Our duet.”

Polly smiled back at him, sleepily. “How’s it going?”

“Good. Almost done.”

Polly blinked at him. Her eyes wandered over his muscles and tattoos. She’d never seen a sexier sight. How’d she get so lucky? “Those glasses are sexy, you know? I have to say I approve,” she said.

He grinned and gestured for her. “Thank you. Come here.”

Polly climbed from the bed and crossed the room to where Flynn sat. He put the guitar aside and pulled Polly into his lap.

He slung the guitar across her naked hips and wrapped his arms around her.

“Play something with me,” he murmured. His lips brushed her ear.

“Okay. You strum.”

Together, they played a sweet ballad. Polly formed the notes and Flynn strummed. They took turns softly singing the lyrics. He pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulder as they played.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said.

Polly rocked her hips against his growing hardness.

“I know what you mean.”

“If you keep that up, I won’t be able to concentrate on the music.” He nipped the back of her neck.

“Maybe that’s my point,” she teased. She rocked against him again.

“Mmm, Polly.”

Flynn adjusted his boxers and released his cock. Polly shifted her hips and lifted up far enough to sink down onto his length. They both whimpered when she fully seated herself.

“You feel perfect,” Flynn murmured in her ear. “Ride me. Use me. Take what you need. Whatever you do, come hard for me.” They played the guitar as they made love until they were too lost in each other to concentrate and they pushed the guitar aside.