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“Will you work on it with me?”

Flynn nodded. “I want to, more than anything.”

Polly launched herself at Flynn and wrapped her arms around him.

Flynn removed his hands from the wall and hugged her. He buried his face in her neck.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too,” he murmured against her throat.

“I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Flynn chuckled. “Well, there’s one for the record books.”

She lightly smacked him.

He kissed her cheek. “Can we lie down? I need to hold you.”

“Please.”

“Do you want to shower first? I think there’s a robe in the bathroom. I don’t care either way, but I thought you might want to take off the leather pants.”

Polly looked down and laughed. “Good idea. Come on, big guy. You’re coming with me. Let me text Ryker to call off the security guard downstairs and then you should help me out of my stage clothes.”

* * *

Polly’s phone woke her the next morning. She wiggled out from beneath Flynn and stretched her arm to grab the phone off the bedside table.

She turned off the alarm, rubbed her eyes, and checked her messages. She had text message notifications from Ryker.

Ryker: The bus is on the way to Cleveland. You play there Tuesday — two nights from now. Flynn is supposed to be in Richmond tomorrow. Get your ass to Cleveland in two days and Flynn to Richmond tomorrow. My guard, Diesel, is still there and will help. Reach out to him ASAP. I’ll text his #

Polly laid her phone aside and turned to Flynn. He’d turned on his back and rested with his mouth open, though no snores came out. She loved the youthful look that sleep created on his face, as much as she loved the strength beneath his tattoos. Flynn was a mix of everything — whimsy, fun, strength, and steadiness.

They’d had amazing makeup sex in the shower last night. When they’d gone to bed, Flynn had simply held her. She’d slept so well in his arms. It had been a great night.

Polly tugged the cover off and tossed it aside. She shifted on the bed so that she knelt between his legs. She closed her mouth over his hard, thick morning wood and slid down.

Flynn moaned in his sleep but didn’t wake.

She kept going, sliding up and down slowly.

Flynn’s hand reached out to the back of her head and his eyes fluttered open.

“Fuck yeah. Wake me up like this anytime,” he said and groaned.

Her lips left his cock with a pop and her tongue swirled his balls.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered.

She sucked one into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue, lightly sucking and tugging, then she switched to the other. She swirled her tongue on the skin between them, then over each of them. Her hand went to his cock and stroked it while she teased him. He grew harder under her attention.

She licked up the bottom length of his cock and slid her mouth onto it. She bobbed up and down.

Flynn fisted her hair and moaned. She sucked her cheeks in and hugged him with her mouth. She bobbed up and down and licked him as his breathing deepened and he guided her head with his hand.

“I’m coming,” he warned.