Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I feel like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole and I don’t want to look back. I want to chase him and get lost in this man.

I sit in a very formal dining room as I wait for Flynn to come back. It was adorable how he didn’t want to leave my side when some woman named Sally wanted to talk to him in private. She seemed to find it equally amusing. I had to promise that my ass wouldn’t move from this chair as she half-dragged him out of the room by his arm. It was almost like he thought I might up and disappear.

I’m not going anywhere. I don’t know what’s happening here between us, but I know it’s something. I want it, and I’m jumping in head first. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when Flynn said we were falling in love. It’s crazy. I’ve only known this man for hours. But another part of me knows he’s right. It’s the only way to explain these feelings I’m having.

Just as crazy is this house I’m in. I don’t think you could even call it a house. It’s way up in the Hollywood Hills where only the elite live. I’ve been in rich homes before for photo shoots and parties for new campaigns. But those houses were nothing like this one. Those houses were rich, owned by actors or directors. This is a house of wealth. A person who cuts the checks for actors and directors. A person who really pulls the strings.

Flynn pulled me from the car before I could really get a good look, swooping me up in his arms like I weighed nothing and carrying me into the house. I tried to protest that I could walk, but he said he was worried my heels would catch on the stone driveway. I couldn’t help but giggle at that. I hadn’t learned to walk yesterday, and I lived in heels. There wasn’t a thing I couldn’t do in them, except maybe run. And I don’t run.

He’d carried me through the house straight into the dining room where he deposited me in this very chair, then started going at my mouth again like he was starved for me. Like he hadn’t just kissed me minutes before in the back of his car. It seemed like his hunger for me was growing, and that hunger made me feel like some kind of goddess. It was empowering and intoxicating. It was like he lived and breathed for me.

I should probably think that’s crazy, too, but I found myself wanting to see how deep that hunger ran. Then when Sally cleared her throat, pulling us from the kiss fog we’d fallen under, Flynn actually growled at having to pull away from the kiss. The sound traveled through my body and straight to my core. Sally also seemed to be amused by that as well. After introducing herself, she pulled Flynn from the room.

I look at the table, seeing it has dishes laid out with silver domes over each one. I wonder if a butler will come in and remove the lid like they do in those movies. I reach out to lift the lid, curious at what’s underneath, when Flynn comes prowling back into the room.

“Sorry, Sally can be like a mother hen sometimes, and she wanted to know every detail she could pull from me about you,” he says as he stalks towards me, stopping next to my chair to bend down and kiss my cheek. The soft kiss lingers before he finally pulls back. “Thank you for not leaving.” He says it so softly I’m not even sure he meant to say it at all. He sits in the chair next to mine and, taking me by surprise, he grabs my chair and pulls it closer to his so they’re right up against each other.

“Still too much space,” he mumbles, standing up again and pushing his chair back. He bends and lifts me into his arms. I squeak out in surprise and find myself sitting sideways in his lap, his ass now planted in the seat I was just in. “Much better,” he says, releasing a deep breath like he’s actually relieved and that the other chair had been causing him some distress or something.

“You want me to eat sitting on your lap?” I half-laugh like it’s funny, but I do want to eat sitting in his lap. I like his hands on me. I like even more how easily he seems to handle me. I’m not a small girl, but he makes me feel like it. Compared to him, though, everything has got to be small.

“I want to do everything with you sitting in my lap.” He brushes my hair off my shoulder. “I can’t seem to stop myself now that I have you close enough to touch. I don’t think I’m able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” I admit. If he’s going to be blunt about his feelings, I’m going to do the same. I like how honest he is and how he doesn’t seem to care that he’s openly obsessed with me.

“I’m not sure I could, even if you asked me to.” His eyes meet mine, and my heartbeats pick up at those words. Not because they scare me, but because they do the opposite. They turn me on. Holy fuck. We just sit and stare, unable to break eye contact. Maybe he’s thinking I might freak out at his dark honesty, but I find I want to keep going down this rabbit hole.

“Was that Sally woman okay?” I ask, trying to lighten the thickness that seems to have coated the room.

“She was just curious about you.”

“Curious about me? Why?”

“Sally’s worked for me a long time, and never have I asked her to set something like this up for me.” He motions to the table. “Hell, she’s never even seen me show interest in a woman, even though she’s always trying to push me to date.”

“She tries to get you to date?” I ask. That seems a little odd. I don’t think Flynn would have a hard time finding dates. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s not one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles.

“She thinks I’m a workaholic. Which is true,” he admits. “I’ve never even brought a woman here before, and today I called her all in a rush to have something set up here to get you into my home where you belong.”

At his words, what he said earlier when he was pulling me from studio comes back to mind. “You’re the only reason I was here for the shoot today.” I repeat the words to him.

“Yes.” One hand cups my cheek, his thumbs stroking my jaw. “Since your picture landed on my desk, I knew I had to meet you, so I set things in motion to make that happen. It’s what I do, Cali. I just seem to know when something is worth going for, and when I saw you, I just knew you’d be mine.”

His other hand tightens a little on my thigh, like he thinks I might spring from his lap and run. Maybe I should. This is crazy after all, but I find myself leaning into his hand, liking his touch, his words. Hell, I like everything about him.

“Good. I like that you came after me. It got me here sitting in your lap.”

His face lights up at that, a smile spreading across it. He places a kiss on my lips but pulls back too soon for my liking.

“Let me feed you.” His hand drops away from my cheek as he reaches for the silver lid, lifting it to reveal a chili hot dog and tater tots. I burst out laughing because that is absolutely the last thing I would have guessed to be under that lid.

“It’s your favorite,” he says, clearly confused about my laughter.

“It is,” I agree, “but how did you know that? Or do I want to know?”

“A few years back, you did an interview with some curvy girl blog. One of the questions was about your favorite thing to eat.

I just stare at him, unsure how to respond to that. I can’t even remember the article, but it wasn’t unusual for me to do things like that for random blogs and magazines.

“You also don’t care for tiny dogs, want to own your own clothing line someday, and your first kiss was from a boy named Steven, whose last name I can’t seem to locate.” He growls the last part.

“Why do you need Steven’s last name?” I have no idea why I choose to pick up on that after all he’s just said.

“I have my reasons.” He growls that part, too, the jealousy clear in his voice. It makes me laugh.

“It was the sixth grade and it was terrible. Does that make you feel any better?” I tease. I’m smiling so big I’m sure I look like a freaking goofball, but the fact that he’s jealous of Steve—who told everyone I showed him my boobs, ending our one week boyfriend-girlfriend fling—is funny, cute and oddly turns me on.

“Not really.”

I laugh even harder, and he finally cracks a smile.

“Anything else you seem to know about me?”

“I read them all. Anything and everything I could find on you. I needed something to hold me over until I got you here.”

“This is crazy, you know,” I tell him.

He brings a tater tot to my mouth, and I open for him.

“I don’t care if it’s crazy. I needed something. I thought getting some information on you would help cool whatever this is, this need I seem to have for you, but it didn’t work.”

I don’t like the idea of him cooling over me. I actually have this odd desire to throw fuel on this fire.

“Is it cooling now? Now that I’m sitting on your lap?”

“No.” He picks up the hot dog and brings it to my mouth. I take a bite. His eyes are now trained on my mouth since he started feeding me. “It’s getting worse.”

My body warms at his confession, and now I have a need, too.

“It’s not fair. You have me at a disadvantage. I didn’t have a chance to Google you. Everyone else seemed to know who you were today.”

“Ask me anything you want and I’ll tell you,” he says, offering me another bite.

“Give me the basics.”

“I’m thirty-three, both my parents have passed, I’ve got a Master’s in Business from UCLA, I own a hedge fund firm, and like you already know, I’m a workaholic and that’s pretty much all I do.”

“Sounds a little boring.” I take another bite of the hot dog.

“It was.”

“Was?” I query.

“I seem to have picked up a new interest. One that is filling my days and isn’t the least bit boring.” He smirks at me, and I know he’s talking about me.

“Women?” I ask. I shouldn’t. I don’t really want to know, but another part of me does. He looks like a man who has women throwing themselves at him. Hell, all the models at the shoot today wanted to. To top it off, he’s clearly filthy rich.

“What about them?” His brow furrows in confusion.

“Women in your life.”

“Sally was the only woman in my life until a week ago.”

I freeze and pull back. I was sure there was nothing between him and Sally. When she was in here, she seemed more motherly than anything.

“Are you full?” He looks at the half-eaten hot dog, clearly unhappy that I don’t want to finish it.

“You and Sally have a thing.”

“If having a thing means her driving me crazy at work and keeping my life in order, then we very much have a thing.”

“Okay.” I release a breath, relieved it wasn’t what I was thinking. He puts the food back on the plate.

“Cali, I haven’t had a woman in my life in a very long time. College maybe.” He says it like he can’t even remember. “You are the only woman for me. I knew it from the moment your picture landed on my desk. In fact, I’m starting to think part of me knew you were out there and that’s why no one has caught my attention, why I didn’t care to try to find a woman. It was like some part of me just knew and I was waiting for you.”

“I haven’t even been with anyone,” I tell him, feeling his whole body freeze under me. He doesn’t say anything, but I see his breathing start to deepen as he stares at me. His eyes are so intense I start to squirm in his lap.

“Are you done eating?” he finally says, his voice deeper than before.

“Yes, but aren’t you going to eat?”

“Yes,” he growls, lifting me from his lap with one arm. The other sweeps across the table, and everything flies to the floor. Before I can even react, my back hits the table, my skirt bunching at my hips. Flynn reaches for my exposed panties, ripping them from my body, gripping my thighs in his big hands as he pulls me to the edge of the table and holds me open for him.

He stares down at my exposed pussy.

“I wouldn’t have cared if you’d been with a hundred men. You’re mine now, so it wouldn’t matter to me because I’d be the last to touch you, but knowing now that you’ve been waiting gives me hope that you won’t fight me to keep you. That you know that this is where you belong.”

He drops to his knees, leaving me speechless. He leans in and I feel his breath against my bare pussy.

“You have no hair,” he says against me, then rubs his cheek against my pussy.

“I keep shaved for modeling,” I tell him, not wanting him to think I shaved for someone else.

“You’re even perfect here. I can’t seem to find one flaw with you.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong. I’ve got lots of flaws, many even mark up my body, but he doesn’t seem to see them. I believe him when he tells me he thinks I’m flawless. It’s been in his eyes all day. The way he looks at me. It’s written across his face.

Before I can tell him how wrong he is, his tongue licks my clit, and all thoughts leave my head. It’s slow and lazy, like he’s enjoying the taste, savoring it. My body jerks at the pleasure. The hands on my thighs tighten, and his possessive fingers dig into me, keeping me open to him.

“Flynn.” I moan his name, wanting more.

His tongue picks up speed, sliding across my clit, entering my pussy, then sliding back up to hit my clit again. It’s like he wants to taste all of my pussy and he has to lick every part of it.

“Flynn, please! I need to cum!” I beg, the need too much. He latches on to my clit, sucking it into his mouth and giving me what I’m begging for. I explode, my whole body jerking as ecstasy moves through me.

He releases my clit and starts biting and kissing the insides of my thighs. If it wasn’t for his hold, I’m sure my legs would have turned to Jell-O. I lie there, enjoying the pleasure still coursing through my body.

Slowly, the kisses on my thighs start to lead back in, and he’s on my clit again. Licking me slowly, lazily, like he’s savoring me all over again. The pleasure starts to build again, and just like last time, I beg for my orgasm. He immediately gives it to me, making my whole body jerk against his hold as he eats up my orgasm.

“No, no, no,” I chant, my pussy too sensitive to touch, and he goes back to kissing my thighs, licking and sucking them gently. Again, he moves back to my pussy, but this time he seems even hungrier than before. The savoring is gone. Now he’s starved as he eats at me. I can’t believe it’s possible, but without warning another orgasm is shooting through my body. This one so intense my back comes off the table. I use one hand to grab him by the hair, the other cupping my pussy to block his mouth. I pull him back by his hair. The sensations are too much. I feel like every part of my skin is sensitive.

His eyes come to mine. I pull his hair a little harder. There’s a primal look in eyes as he licks his lips. It’s like he’s trying to taste me now that I pulled him from the source.

“I can’t seem to stop. I want more.” He almost sounds pained.

I want to give him more, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. I need a minute.

“Take me to bed.”

In one swift move, he lifts me from the table, pulling me into his arms, and heads out of the dining room.

He takes the stairs two at a time before heading down a long hallway with double doors at the end. He flings them open, carries me over to a giant bed, and lays me down softly.

I watch as he strips off his clothes.

“Lights. I want to see you.” It’s too dark, and I’m not getting to see every inch of him like I want to.

He reaches over and flips on the lamp next to the bed, giving a soft glow to the room as he finishes stripping, almost tripping over his pants as he hastily pulls them off his legs.

His body is ripped. He seems even bigger with his clothes off, if that’s even possible. A thin layer of hair coats his chest, and I want to reach out and run my fingers through it, feeling it and the hardness of his chest. My eyes go to his stiff cock.

“Holy shit.” The thing matches him in size. It looks red and angry and cum leaks from the tip. I don’t know how that’s going to fit, but I’ll try anything to make it happen. I want him inside me, and that’s going to happen. He reaches down and gives it a firm stroke. Firmer than I would think you should stroke it.

“Don’t look at it. In fact, I think maybe you should just close your eyes. They’re going to make me cum,” he says in a strangled voice. “Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. All of you makes me want to cum.”

I crawl to the edge of the bed, his eyes watching me the whole time. I lean down and pick up the tie he’d dropped to the floor as he undressed. I grab it and drop back onto the bed, opening my legs, not caring how sensitive my pussy still feels from the pleasure he gave me. I want to give him the same.

I lick my lips. “Are you going to join me? This time we don’t have an audience.” I drop the tie between us and bring my hands to the bars of the headboard, wondering if he’s going to rip the remaining clothes from my body.