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Chapter 19

Polly

“Hold on, I’ll be right there,” Polly shouted from the hotel bathroom when a knock sounded at the door. Who could it be that early? It was only 8 am.

She put the hair dryer down on the counter and walked toward the door, her hair still damp from her earlier shower.

She looked out the peephole and squealed with surprise when Flynn grinned at her.

Polly pulled the door open.

“Flynn! What are you doing here?”

“Hi there.” He stepped forward and kissed her. She returned the kiss and pulled him inside so they could shut the door.

He broke the kiss but kept his body pressed against hers. She repeated, “What are you doing here?”

“I had a day off and I thought I’d surprise you.” Flynn brushed her hair away from her face and stroked his thumb down her cheek.

For the first time, she noticed Flynn didn’t have any luggage.

“Where are your bags?”

“I can’t stay long.” He leaned in and his lips ravaged hers again. After a long, thorough kiss, he said, “I have a flight out on the red eye tonight so I didn’t bring anything with me. I’m hoping to spend the day with you, then fly back to my band later. I needed to see you. I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.”

She smiled. “I won’t complain. I’m happy to see you. What do you want to do? I don’t know this town, but we have a few options. I was supposed to go shopping with the band. We can do that with them. You and I can go shopping. Or we can forget the shopping and stay here.”

He laughed and kissed her. His hands slid down her curves to cup her ass. “Guess what my vote is.”

Polly reached between them and gently traced his cock through his jeans. “I don’t know. What’s that?” she teased.

“Mmmm, I want you all to myself and I don’t want to leave this room.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmmm, yeah.”

“Okay. So online shopping?”

He laughed. “As long as I get to have my way with you first.”

Polly blushed. “I have to tell the band to leave without me.”

“Okay.”

Flynn’s lips found her neck, and she moaned as he trailed kisses along her throat.

He walked her backward to the bed, not stopping with the kisses. Flynn laid her onto the mattress and climbed over her. He pressed his hardness against her and rubbed his jeans teasingly against hers.

She whimpered at the delicious friction.

Polly. Plans. Cancel. Focus.

“Okay, hold on a second. Pause,” she murmured.

He chuckled and kissed her, then supported his weight on his arms and leaned back. “Do what you need to do.”

Polly pulled her phone from her pocket and fired off a quick text to the band’s group chat.

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