Page 17 of Such a Sweet Girl

‘Darling, I’ll make you see the whole fucking universe without leaving the cabin.’

Francesca gave a quick laugh. ‘That’s a big claim to live up to.’

‘Only one way to find out if I can.’

Bending, she slipped her lips over mine, washing me with a warm, tentative kiss. My stomach knotted the tenderness in her touch, my undoing. Water lapped around us as I stood on my toes in the water, weaving my fingers amongst her hair to pull her more firmly against my mouth.

Deepening the kiss, I saw heaven beneath my eyelids. When she gave a soft moan, my dick throbbed. Our tongues collided in a snaking of lust. A kiss had never driven me so close to coming in my own fucking pants. So help me, she would be the end ofme. This pretty little thing had cracked my shell with the first touch.

When we broke apart in a shared mingle of breath, she whispered, ‘I should break it off with Nick.’

‘Mmm. Soon.’

Francesca’s brows knit. ‘You want me to still be in your son’s bed?’

‘No, but I want you to have an excuse to be in my home.’

‘In a few days, my parents leave for a week. We’ll have all the time in the world...’

‘I can’t wait that long. I’m sickeningly obsessed with you, Francesca.’

She shivered as I ran a hand over her spine.

‘Should I be concerned?’ she asked.

‘Probably.’

My back grew clammy with the baking sun, despite the chill in my lower half. I waited to see whether she’d join me in our game of desire.

‘You better make it worth my while. I don’t enjoy lying.’

‘You were lying anyway. Lying about enjoying his attention. Lying about enjoying sex. How long have you been living a lie, Francesca? Giving into something real might be the most truthful thing you’ve done.’

Anger flickered in her pretty eyes. She didn’t like being called out, but I hoped that being confronted would fan her flames rather than douse them.

‘Come over tonight and I’ll give you a session you never need to lie about. Nick has a tournament. He’ll be busy all night.’

‘What if Nick wants to have sex?’

I placed one more lingering kiss on her before whispering against her lips. ‘I’ll make sure he doesn’t.’

NINE

FRANCESCA

Every tick of the clock made me jumpy.

Nick shouted at the TV screen, focused entirely on his tournament. He was around forty-five minutes into the session, and I itched to see Alexander. Our illicit meeting on the jetty had left me burning with growing need with each passing hour.

Sitting next to Nick while fantasising about his father left a sickly taste in my mouth. I couldn’t help it. Alexander had finally given me a glimpse into the sex that I heard my girlfriends gushing about, yet had never believed possible. I’d been convinced they lied to outdo one another, yet all that time I was the chump, putting up with shit sex and believing that’s just how it should be.

‘Oh, come on,’ Nick raged, shouting at the screen while he bashed at his controller. In the whole time I’d sat next to him, he’d barely looked at me twice.

With a prickling awareness, I listened out to Alexander moving around in the kitchen. From where I sat, I could see half of the kitchen counters, and the occasional glimpse of himmoving around in there. Fighting the urge to stare made me squirm.

Nick went into another highly fuelled barrage of instructions with whoever was on the other end of his headset, right as Alexander appeared. With all the cocky assurance of an older man, he leant against the kitchen wall and gazed openly at me. My heart rate picked up as I waited to see if Nick would notice. He only had eyes for his pixelated character on the screen.

Alexander slowly undid the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled them over his thick forearms.

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