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“Mmm.” She yawns. “Ten minutes.” She’s out cold in less than five.

I withdraw from her carefully, my hand around the base of the condom so there will be no accidents. I leave her only long enough to dispose of the condom before I crawl back into bed with her. I’ve arranged for an afternoon flight back to New York, so we can sleep in as I promised her.

Curled up to her warm, naked body, I relive every second of this incredible evening. Winning a Golden Globe was fantastic, but making love to Natalie… That was life changing.





Chapter 22





I wake to bright sunshine streaming in through windows left uncovered the night before. A drumbeat of pain in my temple reminds me of the large amount of champagne I consumed last night. And then I shift to find a more comfortable position and the dull ache between my legs reminds me of what else happened.

I had sex with Flynn Godfrey, and I loved every second of it.

He’s asleep next to me, the hard angles of his face softened in repose. His jaw is sprinkled with whiskers that only add to his over-the-top sexiness. He’s so beautiful, inside and out, and I’m completely addicted to him.

His big warm hand is flat upon my belly until it moves up to cup my breast and tweak my nipple. That’s all it takes to make me want him again, despite the soreness.

“You’re awake,” I whisper.

“Mmm, barely. My head is pounding.”

“Mine, too.”

“Goddamned champagne.” His voice is a low, gruff rumble. “Always tastes so good going down, but the hangovers are killer.”

“It should come with a warning.”

“Hang tight, sweetheart. I’ve got the cure.” He drags himself out of bed, and I watch him move around the room, fascinated by his naked body. I want to memorize every detail so I’ll never forget how he looks this morning. He leaves the room for a few minutes and comes back with a tall glass of orange juice and a bottle of pills.

When he returns, the first thing I notice is the huge erection that now extends past his belly button. I can’t look away. I’m still staring when he sits on the bed next to me, offering me the OJ and some pain meds.

“See something you like?” he asks with a low chuckle.

“Most definitely.”

“Are you sore down there, too?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” We share the glass of OJ, both of us taking pills for our headaches.

Flynn puts the glass on the bedside table where the candles from last night have burned down to stumps. Propping his hands on either side of my body, he looks down at me, his hair falling over his forehead.

I reach up to smooth it back.

He takes hold of my hand and presses a kiss to my palm. “Last night was incredible.”

“For me, too.”

“No regrets?”

“Not a single regret. I hope you know…” I feel shy all of a sudden, confessing my deepest thoughts to him. “I couldn’t have done that with anyone but you.”

“You’d better not be doing that with anyone but me.”

“Flynn… You know what I mean.”

He gathers me into his embrace as he gets back into bed. “I know what you mean, and I’m truly humbled to have been given such a priceless gift.”

Empowered by my newfound confidence, I slide my hand down his chest to encircle his erection. “I fell asleep before we could do it again.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Are you busy right now?”

His laughter brings a smile to my face. I love making him laugh.

“You’re sore, honey. We should take it easy today.”

“I don’t want to take it easy.”

“You need to trust me on this. Unless you want a positively miserable day tomorrow, we should wait until you feel better before we do it again. And you’ll need to rest up, because I plan to keep you very busy.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmm-hmm.” This is said against my neck as he kisses and licks and nibbles me. “I hate to say that we need to get up and get moving. I need to get you home for school tomorrow.”

That makes me groan. Three days have never gone by so quickly. “Something tells me that winter in New York isn’t going to look quite as magical to me after experiencing winter in southern California.”