"Cheryl, I think you’re freaking out over nothing, babe," Abby says into the speakerphone.

She’s lying next to me in bed. We’re naked and I’m looking at her beautiful and slender back as she takes this call from Cheryl.

Cheryl for her part is on speakerphone and doing what she does fucking best—worry about Abby.

I mean, I completely fucking understand where Cheryl comes from. I’m probably a full time job for CJ as well.

"Okay, well I’ll have the girls go pimp the teasers out in the groups," Cheryl says out loud over speakerphone. "And the bloggers are still clamoring to get an interview with you."

"I know, I know, and I have it on the list," Abby says and I can’t help myself, I reach over and grab her ass. I squeeze her ass cheek and she wriggles her body, bringing it closer to mine until it’s writhing against me.

Oh fucking yes, that’s the way I like it.

I bend over and kiss her neck and I can hear her voice shudder.

It’s a well deserved kiss. The book is fucking out.

Boy, did it have a launch.

Went out four days ago. We hit PUBLISH together. Then fucked like rabbits for hours to celebrate.

It’s tearing up the charts right now. Broke in at #1200 on the Rainforest Paid Store and it shot up like a rocket. It took less than a day for Big Dick to shoot past the 500 point.

This morning, it was hovering around #126.

"Cheryl, I think I’m going to need to go, babe," Abby squeaks, her entire body trembling as my powerful arms hold her body in place. She can feel my cock. It’s alive. It’s leaking for her. It’s ready to devour her. After everything we’ve been through, Abby knows to batten the hatches and get everything ready for the storm that’s about to come.

And to be honest, you can’t blame me for wanting to fuck this woman after what we’ve been through.

The last week was more work than I ever thought possible.

That tiny body – tiny when compared to me, at least – is capable of so much fucking work. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t fucking seen it with my own two eyes. From writing chapters, to dealing with editors. To working with me on the chapters that I was writing. Getting our stories straight. Making sure the storyline was consistent. Dealing with the art folks in getting the cover all squared away.

By the time the week was over and it was time to go to launch, I swear I was fucking exhausted. Abby didn’t look like she was ready to stop.

"I love this game so much," she told me one night after we put away the chapters and I brought Chinese food. We were eating it on the couch as Abby’s phone went off the hook with all the work that Cheryl was lining up for publicity. "I don’t think there’s anything else I’d rather be doing with my life."

"What did you do before?" I asked her. It’s true. I had only ever known Abby Cleveland from her books. We’d never really talked in the month or so that we were collaborating on what we did before.

"I used to work on Wall Street," Abby said to me that evening. "At Carter Jeffries."

Shit. Even I knew what Carter Jeffries was. One of the most preeminent fucking investment banks in the world. They didn’t suffer fools, that’s for damn sure.

"Nice," I remember saying to her.

She shrugged at my comment. "It was a man’s world. I had to learn to live in it," she said as she took a bite of her food. "But it wasn’t my dream job."

"Why’d you do it?" I asked her.

She shrugged again. "After school, I didn’t really know where else to go. I had always wanted to write, but people always told me that it wasn’t viable. That I couldn’t make a career from it. So I went to work on Wall Street."

"And then?" I asked.

She looked at me for a long moment.

"And then, I realized I would rather work harder and earn less doing what I loved than being miserable doing something that maybe paid more," she said to me. I remember thinking that I could absolutely understand where she was coming from. And it wasn’t like she was a complete failure. This was a top author I was sitting across from. On the Rainforest Hot 100 Author List. USA Today and New York Times Bestseller at one time.

Sure, she went a bit off course.

But I'm in her life now. We're going to come back.

That’s literally all that I’m thinking about right now as Abby slowly writhes her firm backside against mine. Even as I grab her and pull her close to me I think back to that day on the couch as I watched her eat Chinese food.

Fuck, I think I’m falling in love with this woman.

I know what you’re thinking. Get the fuck out, right? Aidan Stone doesn’t fall in love. I mean, remember how this whole process even started? I was caught fucking Alyssa’s sister. Backstage. At an awards dinner she was presenting at.

But still, I need to tell her something. Sure, my cock is nestled in between her ass cheeks right now. I can tell we’re going to fuck in a few moments. But she needs to know how I feel about her.

"Abby…" I start. But she interrupts me.

"Oh my God, Aidan," she says out loud.

Fuck. Is Cheryl still on the line? This close to her fucking gorgeous body and I can’t really think much now.

"Babe," I say to Abby, pulling her close. "I need to tell you someth—" I try again and once more, Abby has a different idea.

"Aidan!" she yells. "Look!"

And that’s when I turn away for a brief moment to look at Abby’s phone. She’s got the Rainforest bookstore open on her phone and she’s showing me the landing page for Big Dick. I’m looking at the ranking.

#98.

Holy fucking shit.

We did it.

We broke into the Rainforest Top 100.

"Congratulations, you two!" Cheryl’s voice comes out of the speakerphone, startling me. "I just saw this right now and I had to send it to Abby. Your book is a hit. The readers love it!"

Well, how about that.

"Aidan, I’ll reach out to CJ but I’m sure that with a Top 100 book, you’re royalty check from her will be extra large this month," Cheryl says into the phone. "And I’m sure a lot more doors will open for you, love."

"He’s always extra-large, Cheryl," Abby says out loud toward the phone and I think to myself that it’s a good thing that Cheryl is just on speaker and not on a video call or something. "I can promise you that."

"Okay, I think I’m going to be leaving you two alone now," Cheryl says into the phone. "I don’t want to know what Aidan is doing there so early in the morning and no, please don’t tell me," she says.

I stretch out on my back, one hand still holding onto Abby, as I think about the doors that we’ve just opened together.

Rainforest Top 100. That shit is the real deal. You don’t get there by being mediocre. From here on out, it’s all about publicity.

Sure, when you've got a big publishing house behind you, once you hit Rainforest Top 100 they start throwing the ad dollars in to keep you relevant.

But Abby doesn’t have a big publishing house behind her anymore. She’s got just herself. And me.

So we’re gonna have to do the best we can on our own to stay up in the Top 100 Books being sold on the Rainforest store.

"Hey, Mister," Abby says, turning over and getting on her elbows to put her head on my chest. "You were doing something while I was talking to Cheryl and now you’ve stopped!"

I look at her face. It’s fucking cute as a button. She’s looking at me with wide eyes.

"What was that now?" I ask her, my mouth curling in a smile.

She scrunches her face and lifts her body. I watch her perfect fucking tits as they dangle in front of my face as she gets on top of me.

"Looks like I’ll have to show you what you were getting ready to do there," she says with fake annoyance. "Figures. Just like the book, you’re going to make me do all the work and be first in line when the rewards come."

I bring my hands over to grab her ass as she straddles me. God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

"Well, there’s one thing you know for sure," I tell her and she looks at me curiously.

"You’re gonna fucking cum, for sure."

Abby smiles at me and I smile back. That’s the last thing I remember before she brings her body down and her mouth mashes against mine for a wet and sloppy kiss. After that moment, I’m in paradise.

With this girl, it seems like the only place to be.