Page 11 of The Mistletoe Promise

With a cry of my name, Amanda shatters. I work her through her orgasm, lapping up her release until she's pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive.

I kiss my way back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Amanda moans, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hands roam my back, nails scraping lightly against my skin.

"You're incredible," she pants when we finally break. “I’m dead,” she grins. “You’ve killed me.”

“Death by orgasm, what a way to go,” I laugh. God, it feels good to be so carefree.

“Give me a minute,” she breathes. “Then it’s your turn.”

I chuckle. “Kitten, I’m going to need more than a minute to recover. But let’s order some room service and then come back to this.”

She gives me a sexy as hell satisfied grin. “Sounds good, I think you’ve earned yourself a steak.”

I bury my head into her neck and burst out laughing. Damn she’s funny as hell.

SIX

AMANDA

It’s been an amazing week of fun, sun, and sea. Not to mention sexy times with Frankie, but it’s time to go home and I really don’t want to. It’s been an amazing vacation and I’m sad that it’s ending. I’ve been wrapped up in Frankie which felt good. He’s made me feel as though I’m the only girl in the world and that’s exactly what I need, especially after what happened with Aaron.

“You okay, Kitten?” Frankie asks.

Once again, we’re seated next to each other for the flight. I’m glad, he makes me feel grounded and he’s fun to be around. I love that he calls me Kitten, it was unexpected the first time, but I’ve grown to love it. Especially when he growls it.

“Yeah, just thinking. I’ve a lot to get sorted once we’re back home.”

He gives me a smirk. “Speaking of,” he begins. “I overheard you talking to your dad, you’re looking for a job?”

I nod. “Yeah, I need to get back to normal, there’s only so many times I can lay in my bed staring at the ceiling and walls. Not to mention, there’s a certain number of times I can re-watch The Vampire Diaries before Cherry kills me.”

I see his lips twitch and my stomach clenches. God, he’s so handsome. “So, I have a proposition for you.”

I raise a brow, intrigued by his words. “Oh, and what’s that?”

“My business is expanding and we’re taking on more and more clients as well as staff. I’m looking at hiring a receptionist, something I know you have experience in. What I’m asking is, will you come and work for me?”

I feel my heart skip a beat. Work for Frankie? I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I’m not ready for anything serious, and working with him every day is going to push me to my limit to stay away from him—something I’ve promised myself that I would do. Not to mention, Jaxon works for Frankie, and that would mean working with my brother, I’m not sure that’s a good idea either. But a job is a job, and I need one.

"I... I don't know what to say," I stammer. "Wouldn't that be a bit complicated?"

Frankie's eyes twinkle with amusement. "Only if we make it complicated, Kitten. I'm a professional, you know. I can keep business and pleasure separate."

I can't help but snort at that. "Oh really? You really think that you can act as though you haven’t seen me naked, and we can just pretend that nothing happened?"

He has the grace to look a little sheepish, but that trademark grin is still there. "Okay, you got me. But seriously, I think you'd be great for the job."

I bite my lip, considering it. It would be nice to have a steady job, especially one that could open doors. And if I'm honest with myself, the thought of seeing Frankie every day is more than a little appealing.

"What about us?" I ask hesitantly. "What happens when we get back home?"

Frankie's expression softens, and he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well," he says, his voice low and intimate. "That's entirely up to you, Kitten. I won't lie—I'veenjoyed our time together immensely. But I also understand if you need space or time to figure things out."

His words make my heart flutter. I appreciate his honesty and the fact that he's giving me options. It's so different from how things were with Aaron.

"I think..." I start, then pause to gather my thoughts. "I think I'd like to take the job. But we stay professional." I need the distance between us. I don’t want to fall into another relationship only three months after my engagement ended.

Frankie's smile is warm and understanding. "Of course. We can keep things professional at work."

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