Picture Perfect by Ella Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

from now?"
    My heart almost stopped when I saw the look on her face.  She wasn’t sure!  What the fuck?  I knew she wasn't one night stand material, but I hadn't read her as not being interested.  Shit, did she have a boyfriend after all?
    Licking her lips, Tessa considered me for a moment before turning and sliding her keycard and opening the door to her suite.  "Come in Flynn.  We should talk."
    Damn.  I'd been relationship free for over ten years, but I knew enough to realize that "we should talk" was NOT a good sign.  She flicked on the lights as we walked into the sitting area and I took a seat on the couch.  I enjoyed watching the graceful way that she carried herself, absolute beauty in motion. 
    After sitting tentatively next to me she was silent for a minute before blurting out, " This is really embarrassing, but I feel like I need to give you an explanation. I'm a huge fan of the band Flynn.  Worse than that, you've always been my favorite.  When I was younger, the walls in my bedroom were covered with pictures of you, and only you, Flynn.  It was never the other guys in the band.  I spent a ridiculous amount of time fantasizing about you.  I learned what getting turned on meant when I looked at you.  The first time I had an orgasm, I was staring at a picture of you.  So you see why this would be a horrible mistake.”
    I tried to follow her logic, but I was getting nowhere.  Maybe the problem was that the blood in my body had coalesced in my dick when she said she had her first orgasm staring at a picture of me.  I wasn’t turned off by any of that in the least.  In fact, it was one more thing we had in common, because my last orgasm happened while I was staring at a picture of her, just a few hours ago.
    "I don't get it. Why does the fact that you liked me when you were a kid mean that we can't pursue our attraction now?  You've totally lost me."
    Tess looked at me like I was completely daft.  "Flynn, I'd be no better than a groupie or a stalker.  Doesn’t it bother you out that I used to like you that much?"
    I cou ldn't help my grimace at her use of the words "used to." 
    "No babe, it doesn't bother me at all that you’re a fan of my music.  It also doesn’t bother me that you find me attractive.  You have a completely backwards view of what a groupie is.  A groupie is a totally different kind of fan that comes backstage specifically to fuck. They normally don't even care which one of us they get. There's a big difference babe.  Just to be clear, by your definition, I might as well be a groupie for you.  I've been staring at the photos you're in for weeks, and yes, I’ve jerked off to them. As for being a stalker… unless you’ve been following me or breaking into my house, I hardly think you qualify.  I might qualify though, because I sought you out.  So what does that make me? Believe me… I've been working overtime on one fantasy of you after another.  If it makes you feel any better, my last orgasm happened while I was looking at you.  We aren't different from one another Tess.  Having a crush on someone you don’t know and have only seen in pictures is totally normal.  But this… this is different.  Don’t tell me you can’t feel it."
    She really seemed to consider what I'd said , but she still didn’t look sold.  All I could think about was how badly I needed to kiss her, how much I hoped that a kiss would sway her decision.  Sliding across the couch toward her, I gently pulled her into my arms.  I had to tell myself not to yank her into my arms like a sex mad lunatic.  The faint flush of her skin turned me on, big time.  Threading my fingers in her hair, I closed the remaining gap between us and covered her mouth with mine.
    Right away, the difference was huge and noticeable.  T urns out that there were kisses, and then there were kisses .  This was the latter, and in a huge way.  Our mouths moved together like they were made to.  She tasted like