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“I don’t believe you were ever a boy scout.”
“What’s a boy scout?”
“I’m screwed.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
I’m With Stupid →
NEWS UPDATE:
It looks like superstar Kaan and Meg Martin are having the time of their lives in Istanbul. The couple were spotted aboard a private yacht cruising the Bosphorus with some of Istanbul’s most glamorous residents, including celebrity chef Aydin Kaya and his Aussie fiancé, Ginger Knox.
And from what I hear, things got pretty wild on that yacht. Reports say that the group consumed enough alcohol to keep a small village buzzing for a week. Now I’m no expert on Istanbul, but I have the feeling that these guys just might be taking things to a whole new level.
One thing’s for sure, if these guys keep up this pace, they’re going to need a vacation from their vacation!
I’m Pippa Ellis, and this is Fame and No-sense.
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I wake as the alarm went off and tried to carefully snake my way from under the muscled arm draped over my waist. My lips curve into a smile on their own volition when I realise whose arm it is.
Kaan Korkmaz, aka Kaan, aka Rock god, aka my guy!
Yes, my guy. I’m all in and loving every second of it, despite the trip to the emergency room and the fact that I missed dinner and am absolutely starving right now.
Last night held the possibility of two distinct outcomes. It could have been an evening of cautious tiptoeing around each other as we got ready for bed, or we might have ripped off each other’s clothes and fallen to the floor to make furious, mind-blowing love. As it turned out, neither scenario happened.
Kaan accompanied me to our room, a gentle kiss gracing my cheek before he spoke softly, “I'm heading up to the main house for a cigarette. I'll be back a little later.”
I quickly showered and changed into my pyjamas, immediately regretting that instead of packing scanty lingerie that Kaan could strip off me, I had opted for a pair of boxers and an old T-shirt with the words “I’m With Stupid” in bold black letters.
I climbed into the enormous bed and waited for Kaan to return, closing my eyes for just a moment, so waking in the pre-dawn light in his arms is a bit of a shock.
Kaan turns off the alarm and stretches before pulling me flush against his naked torso. I can feel the heat of his chest through the back of my T-shirt and I smile contentedly.
I could definitely get used to this.
We lay entwined in comfortable silence for some time until he nuzzles my neck, sending shivers straight down my body. “Good morning, Nutmeg.”
“Good morning, Pretty Boy.”
A faint, erotic groan escapes him as he grinds his morning glory against my boxer shorts. I arch my back slightly, my bum now perfectly positioned against his cock. Kaan’s hands slowly roam over my body, slipping under my “I’m with Stupid” T-shirt and pinching my breast. My nipples react, pebbling tight as he reaches the elastic of my boxers. He slides his hand under the elastic and finds me sopping. I gasp as his thumb pushes against my nub in maddening circles. His finger slips into the wet folds of my sex, sliding in and out, as the fire begins to burn within me. His fingers thrust even deeper, finding my sensitive spot and the burning embers alight into a roaring blaze. My body is on autopilot, my hips moving of their own accord, and I ride his hand, until I explode around his fingers, moaning his name over and over.
Sliding his hand out of my boxers he turns me to face him, kissing me, bruising my lips with his intensity. “I like waking with you in my bed.”
Yes… I could definitely get used to this.
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Despite the snoring…”
“Sod off, you.”
Hearing the faux irritation in my tone he pulls my face towards his and kisses me again. Any pretence of annoyance fades away with the warmth of his lips against mine like a balm, and I melt into his embrace. “It’s like a lullaby to me.”
“Now I know you’re lying.”
