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legs wide beneath him, I wrapped them around his waist and squeezed. His answering groan made my sex gush, and I gently nipped at his lips as I arched against him. “Come inside me baby.”
    Keeping himself aloft with one hand, he used the other to guide himself home. We both let out cries of pleasure as he started slowly sliding in, inch by amazing inch. The process was much slower than usual because Flynn wasn’t propelling himself forward, instead choosing to let my body do the work of pulling him in. It was delicate, carnal and perfect all at the same time.
    We stared into each other’s eyes as he sank in to the root, my sex trembling around his as I accepted all of him.
    Eyes wide with wonder, he smiled at me. “This? Right here? We’re making love. Baby… you’re the only woman I’ll ever touch as long as I live. There will only be you Tessa. Just you.”
    Tears spilled silently down my face as I took in his words and felt his commitment to us at a cellular level.
    Squeezing his shoulders, I stared into his eyes through the haze of my tears. “Everything, Flynn, every part of me, belongs to you, right down the smallest particle in my body. I love you so much baby.”
    His cock twitched inside of me when I said that, his breath coming faster as he began to gently thrust in and out. “I want every part of you Tessa, and I want you to have every part of me, too. Take it, it’s all yours. There is nothing I wouldn’t do, nothing I wouldn’t give, to show you that you’re my life.”
    I was on fire for him, could see that he was just as on fire for me, but our rhythm didn’t change. Slow and deep, he filled me gently as we rocked together, drawing out the moment because we wanted to make it last.
    The room was filled with the gentle sound of our lovemaking. A breath shared, a whispered promise of forever, our bodies pledging themselves to each other. Neither of us wanted the moment to end, holding ourselves back from the precipice by sheer will alone. I shivered underneath him as his chest rubbed against my sensitive breasts, his pelvic bone rocking against my pubis pushing me toward the end.
    Pushing his hair back off his face, I cupped his cheeks in my hands. “I’m going to come and I want you to come with me. Fill me, mark me… devour me…”
    “Oh god, babe… I love you, I love you!”
    I exploded beneath him with a silent scream, my body convulsing as I lost myself in the tidal wave that was Flynn. I felt his body seize up as he began filling me with his come, and I held on for dear life as his cock twitched deep inside of me. Our gazes remained locked as he shivered and shook over me, the connection between us cemented in a way that would be impossible to explain to anyone else, but that we both understood and would remember for the rest of our lives.
    The following days passed quickly. I’d called Jess at the first available opportunity the next day and thanked her profusely for setting me straight and saving me from a future filled with cats and tea cozies.
    “I know, I know, I’m fucking amazing. Wonderful, psychic, life saving, and most important of all my titles, I’m your best friend. And since part of a best friends job is to never forget, I just want to remind you that you gave an oath to name your firstborn after me. Don’t think I’m not calling that marker in.”
    Groaning, I covered palmed my face with my hand and laughed. “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to that! I’m not naming my son Jessica!”
    “Bitch, a promise is a promise. Just pray that your first child is a daughter!”
    Since Flynn and I weren’t talking marriage or babies yet, I figured I had plenty of time to figure it out. Hopefully when it came time for us to start a family, she’d have forgotten all about my promise.
    Before I knew it, the first show was almost upon us. My family and Jess had flown out five days before the show, and while I’d insisted that Jess stay at our house, Flynn had my parents ensconced in luxury at the Mondrian. He’d hemmed and hawed about that, and finally I’d asked what he was so worried about.
    He blushed furiously as he explained, “I’ve got the room, and they’re your parents for gods sake. They should stay here… but there is no way that’s going to work. You’re a screamer, I’m a yeller, and we’ve both opened up so much lately that it’s like we acquired the mouths of ten horny truckers at an orgy. I’d die if your parents heard you screaming that