Marksman POV.

Marksman was pretty sure he’d stepped through a portal into an alternate, parallel universe. Things like this did not happen in his life. Beautiful, famous, talented, pop stars did not throw themselves at him and request he put his dick in them.

Not that he was complaining.

As far as Marksman was concerned, if this was some sort of wet dream, then he didn’t want to wake up. He would happily live the rest of his life in this phantasmagorical state if it meant he could forever be the guy holding Ember in his arms.

That could very well be his cock talking, though, because Marksman’s grown-up and...