3 months later . . .

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I liked the freelance life. A part of me thought I was going to miss going into an office every day—that I would need the structure and someone else’s schedule to get things done—but it turned out I was pretty damn good at motivating myself.

Plus, the office that Austin had set up for me at his cabin was way better than the tiny cubicle I’d been given at ChatBuzz. And my new job writing stories for a reputable magazine didn’t seem to care where I wrote, just as long as I did good work and turned it in on time. I hadn’t had a problem with either since I started. I loved my new job, and did not regret quitting ChatBuzz for one second.

The only thing I struggled with when it came to my work was distraction. Namely a very handsome, very handsy distraction named Austin James. For the most part, when I had an article to write, he was very good about leaving me alone in the spacious office he had set up next to his studio, but after a few hours of both of us working, he tended to get a little antsy. And a whole lot horny.

Not that I minded. Even the most focused of workers needed a break once in a while. And I could always tell when Austin needed a break.

I was working on my latest assignment—a review of an upcoming book of essays—when I heard my office door open. Since there were only two of us in the whole cabin, I knew who it was without turning around, and I played along, pretending that I didn’t notice Austin’s presence.

I heard him pad across the carpet, before his strong, talented hands came to rest on my shoulders. He began to massage the muscles there, and it wasn’t long before I was leaning back into his touch, my head falling back as I lost myself in his ministrations.

“That feels good,” I said with a soft moan.

“You’re very tense,” he told me, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. On the jaw. On the throat.

I let out another moan, and arched my neck to give him better access. He obliged, kissing downward, his hands still rubbing my shoulders.

“Did you get your work done?” he asked in between kisses.

“Mmhmm,” I managed, pushing myself and my chair away from the desk.

Austin spun the chair around so I was facing him, and he pulled me to my feet.

“Good,” he said, lifting me into his arms.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, settling against his hard cock. He groaned at the contact and I rolled my hips towards him, making him groan again. I slid my hands down his back and into his jeans pocket where I found a foil packet. I pulled it out and showed it to him.

“To the bedroom?” I asked.

“I can’t wait,” he told me, his hands dipping underneath my shirt.

He turned and sat himself in the chair that I had just vacated, while I straddled his lap. The position had me sliding even closer against him, and it felt amazing. We kissed, slowly at first and then frantically as we each began yanking at each other’s clothes.

My shirt flew across the room, followed by his. I stood to help him remove my skinny jeans and thong, both of which were tossed aside, joining the growing pile of clothes in the corner. Austin shoved his jeans and briefs down past his knees before ripping the foil packet open and rolling the condom onto his long, hard length.

Then, with his hands on my hips, he guided me back onto his lap. I positioned myself above him and then slowly, slowly lowered myself onto his cock.

“Oh god,” I moaned, as I sank down on him.

“Fuck,” Austin groaned, his hands cupping my ass.

Then he leaned up and took my breast into his mouth. I arched against him as he teased my nipple with his tongue and teeth, the sensations spreading through my body and making me even wetter. I sank lower onto him, making him release a breath through gritted teeth.

Slowly I began to move, my fingers gripping the arm rest of the chair, Austin’s fingers digging into my hips. I liked it. I loved it. I wanted more.

I rode him faster, arching my hips with each thrust. The only sound in the room was the sound of our breath and our bodies. I took him as deep as I could, his mouth on my breast again, alternating between my sensitive nipples. He scraped his teeth gently across the hardened bud and the sensation was so perfect that I exploded.

My orgasm came fast and furious, and I threw my head back, gasping as pleasure overwhelmed me. Austin’s hands held my hips firm as he thrust up into me—once, twice before he found his own release and shuddered beneath me.

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Life was amazing. Every day, I felt like I was walking on air.

“We’re going to have a guest for dinner,” Austin told me when I entered the kitchen that evening after finishing my work.

I didn’t hear him at first because I was momentarily distracted by the incredibly sexy sight of my incredibly sexy boyfriend making dinner.

“A guest?” I asked when I had regained my senses.

“Luke is in town,” he reminded me.

“And he brought wine,” Luke announced, coming into the kitchen, holding up a bottle of wine. The good stuff.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking?” I asked, giving him a hug.

He had been taking small, local trips for work, but hadn’t yet booked another overseas project. I was starting to get the sense that he wasn’t interested in traveling as much anymore, and might even be thinking of settling down. The thought thrilled me, as I loved having Luke around. As long as he didn’t show up unexpectedly.

“I have a key,” Luke held it up.

“About that,” Austin came over and snagged it from him.

“Hey!” Luke argued. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s for your own benefit,” Austin told him. “I’m pretty sure none of us want a repeat of what happened after my concert where someone stormed in without knocking.”

Both Luke and I shuddered at the memory.

“True,” Luke said. “I definitely don’t want to experience that again. Gross.”

I socked him in the arm.

“What?” He rubbed at the spot. “I’m pretty sure you have no interest in walking in on me with any of your best friends.”

“Ugh, no!” I told him. “You stay away from my best friends.”

But he just grinned at me.

“I’ll stay away from them,” he said. “But I can’t promise they’ll stay away from me.”

I pretended to gag.

“OK,” Austin put his arms around both of us. “We get it, you both think each other’s love lives are disgusting. Now, can we eat?”

We all sat down at the table together, with Austin piling spaghetti and meatballs onto our plates. The food was delicious, the company amazing. Every few minutes, I would catch Austin’s gaze across the meal, and he give me that smile—the one that was just for me—all while holding my hand underneath the table.

Yeah. Life was pretty damn perfect.