“Even your pussy likes the sound of that. It already knows who it belongs to. Now I want you to say it, too.”

“I belong to you.” The words come out in a jumble as I climax. The orgasm is so strong, my body tries to collapse. But Flynn’s arm wraps under my hips to keep me from falling as I feel his release pour into me. My body jerks as my pussy clenches like it’s trying to take his semen deep into me. It’s all too much. My body can’t take anymore, and I let sleep take me.

I come to as my whole body feels the effects of the night before. Rolling over, I reach for Flynn, but find him gone from the bed. The sheets are cold. Glancing at the clock, I see that it’s almost noon. I sit up and drop my feet to the side of the bed. The action draws my attention to the tender feeling between my legs. My thighs are covered in love marks and bites. They run along the insides, all the way up to my pussy. The sight of them has my nipples hardening. One night of sex and I’ve turned into a sex fiend.

I head to the bathroom. I grab the toothbrush, which I’m guessing is Flynn’s, off the sink and brush my teeth. After last night, this is probably the least intimate thing we’ve done. Once I’m finished, I go in search of clothes, but mine are destroyed. Digging through his, I find a shirt and slip it on. I want to go find him and make him come back to bed with me.

When I pull on the bedroom door, the handle doesn’t turn. I try to pull harder, but the door doesn’t budge.

“He locked me in,” I whisper to myself, not really sure of what to make of this. I bang on the door but no one comes. I even try listening, but I can’t hear anything on the other side of the solid wood. Next I check the windows. They’re open, but I’m a good three stories up.

I sit back down on the bed, not really sure what to do. He locked me in his room. Should I panic? I don’t really have any options but to wait.

Suddenly, the door flies open, making me jump from the bed. Flynn’s giant frame fills the doorway. He’s back in a suit that looks like the one he had on yesterday, but this one is a dark blue. He clearly went somewhere today.

“You locked me in,” I accuse, putting my hands on my hips.

He steps into the room, shutting the door behind him before walking over to me and taking a kiss, ignoring what I said. The kiss is deep, and I melt into him, enjoying the warmth of his body. When I finally pull back, I realize he’s sitting in a chair by the bed and I’m in his lap once again.

“You locked me in,” I say again.

One of his hands comes up, his fingers going to my hair, wrapping some strands around a finger. He brings it to his nose, smelling it. His eyes close like he’s savoring the smell.

“I didn’t want you to leave, and I had things I had to see to,” he finally admits. I can hear a trace of guilt in his voice, but not much. Not enough that I don’t think he wouldn’t do it again.

“You could have just asked me to stay.”

“This way I knew for sure when I came home you’d be here.”

I laugh. “So you’re just going to keep my locked in here forever?” I joke, but he doesn’t crack a smile.

I smack him on the chest. “Flynn!”

“It seems like a good idea to me. At least until we’re married or…” His other hand runs along my stomach. “I get my kid in you.”

“Flynn.” His name seems to be the only word I can get to come out of my mouth. I have no idea how to respond. It pisses me off and turns me on at the same time.

“I want to keep you.” He lets the piece of hair he has wrapped around his finger go. Leaning in, he buries his face in my neck, and I can feel him breathing me in. “I don’t want to go back to being a workaholic. I like it here with you. If you leave me…” He trails off like he can’t even finish the thought.

“I have a life, Flynn. A job.”

“I hate your job.” I have to hold in a small laugh at how pouty he sounds. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that.” He growls that part into my neck. I should smack him again, but for some reason I love his jealousy.

“So you’re just going to lock me away and fill me with babies?”

“No, of course not.” He says it like I’m the one who’s talking crazy. “I’m giving you Curved Intimates to do with as you wish. It’s what I was doing today.” He pulls a piece of paper out from inside his suit jacket and hands it to me. “It’s yours. You said owning a clothing line was your dream, so I’m giving it to you in the hopes that you’ll give me my dream. You.”

“Oh, Flynn.” My heart melts into a big pile of sticky goo. “I told you last night I was yours already. I’ll stay, but you can’t lock me into places just to make sure I’m there when you get back.”

He pulls back, looking at me like he doesn’t believe me.

“I was here last night, too. I know this is crazy, but I feel it, too. I don’t know what this is, and I don’t care how fast we’re going. I’m yours.”

Chapter Twelve

Flynn

Holding her close to me, I look into her eyes and don’t hold anything back.

“I love you, Cali,” I say, and I put my finger over her lips to keep her from saying anything back. “You don’t have to say it back. I know this is soon, and it’s crazy, but I don’t ever want to keep any part of me from you. I love you, and I want to tell you so you know everything in my heart.”