Page 64 of Polly

Polly: I won’t be attending today. Flynn surprised me and came here. I’m going to spend the day with him.

She tossed her phone toward the bedside table but heard it thud on the floor. She didn’t care.

“Resume.” She smiled.

Flynn grinned and pulled her shirt off. Immediately, he dove back in and peppered kisses down her neck, collarbone, and chest.

She gasped with pleasure when he tugged her bra aside and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over it, flicked it, and sucked it until she moaned and twisted her fingers into his hair.

“Oh, Flynn.” She grinned deviously. “Master Flynn,” she teased.

He let go of her nipple and grinned. His dimple winked at her. “Even though I’m not into master/sub play — unless you want to try it, I mean — hearing you say those words makes me unbelievably hard. I’ll show you in a minute.” He tugged her bra aside and teased her other nipple.

His hand moved between them and unfastened her jeans. One handed.

“That’s not concerning at all,” she murmured as her jealousy flashed.

He let go of her nipple and looked her in the eyes. “What?”

“Nothing. Continue.”

“Polly.”

She sighed. “You unsnapped my jeans easily one-handed. Made me think you have a lot of practice.”

A smile touched his lips. “I have a past, you know that. But I promise I’m all yours now. Only yours. Anything that happened before you was practice — so you could have perfection. Okay? There’s no one but you. I swear.”

She believed him and pushed her jealousy aside. “Okay. I’m sorry. That was unfair.”

He leaned back and sat on his knees. He slowly tugged her jeans over her hips and off her legs. He trailed kisses down her legs, following the trail of skin revealed by her jeans.

When the pants were off, he tossed them aside.

“You’re beautiful,” he said as he gazed at her in her matching underwear. Her breasts popped over her bra, and her hands rested above her head. “Fucking beautiful.”

He glanced around and spotted her camera bag by her suitcase.

“Stay still,” he said with a smile. He climbed off the bed and headed to her bags. He stripped out of his jeans and shirt along the way, and only wore his boxers when he grabbed her camera from the bag. Polly bit her lip and admired his strong tattooed frame.

He crossed the room and climbed onto the foot of the bed.

He turned her camera on.

She flushed. “Flynn, I know the camera is digital, so no one has to see the film, but I don’t know how I feel about pictures like this.”

“Don’t worry. These are for my eyes only. No one else will ever see them, I promise. If it makes you feel better, I won’t include your face in any naughty frames. ...Or if you don’t want to do it, I won’t.”

She hesitated. It was a big risk for a celebrity to take nude photos. But she trusted Flynn. “Don’t get my face, okay? That would make me feel better.”

“Done.”

He lined up the first shot, and she heard the shutter click.

“Gorgeous.” He took a couple more shots.

He reached over and teased her nipples with his fingers, which had softened during their conversation, one at a time. Flynn groaned with appreciation as they re-hardened into peaks with his attention. He snapped a picture, then cupped one breast with his hand and slid a thumb over the hardened nub. He snapped a picture of his hand holding her breast.

She whimpered with pleasure, and his attention drew to her face. When he read her desire, he growled and dropped the camera aside on the bed.