Page 104 of Wicked Fantasies

He groaned. “Jesus, Frankie. You’re so damn hot. It feels like you’re burning my cock.”

She grinned. “Want me to stop?”

His hands gripped her hips, his fingers tightening. “Don’t you dare. Come here. I want to kiss you again.”

She didn’t resist. She was addicted to his lips, his mouth, his breath. She bent forward, accepting all that he offered, giving as much as she could bear. He lifted his hips slightly, sinking deeper into her body. She began to move then, forcing her lips away so that she could ride him. With erotic touches and naughty words, he told her how he wanted her to take him. She followed his directions, adding a few flourishes of her own.

Soon, she felt her climax arriving. “Come with me,” she said. “I don’t want to be alone.”

His eyes softened, and she knew her words had come out all wrong. “I mean…”

His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her face closer. “I know what you mean, Frankie.”

He seized control then, twisting them on the couch. On her back now, she felt completely possessed by this man as he began thrusting into her—slowly at first, his movements gathering speed and force until she was crying out beneath him.

Her climax started and she sensed he was close too. In the midst of her orgasm, through the roaring in her ears and the flashes of bright, beautiful white light, she heard him speak. Heard the words that terrified and thrilled her at the same time.

“You aren’t alone, Frankie. You’ll never be alone again.”

Chapter Seven

They dashed into the restaurant on the corner, simply because it was close, and placed their take-out orders. As they waited for their food, Reed took a few minutes to try to put the last two days in perspective. Last night had been one of the best nights of his life, but he wasn’t sure the same could be said for Frankie.

As was becoming her habit, she shut down after sex. He wasn’t sure how she was able to change from sexy, affectionate lover to casual acquaintance in the blink of an eye, but she could. Hell, she changed personas the way some people changed underwear. It left him constantly scrambling to keep up. Him. A man who’d never followed anyone’s lead.

After their amazing lovemaking on the couch, she’d stood up and gotten dressed as if they’d done no more than share a cup of coffee. He’d tried several times to bring it up, but she’d shot him down, insisting they needed to get to work on the Wedded Bliss project. Finally, he’d stopped trying. They’d get the presentation out of the way, share their last red-hot fantasy, and then Ms. Frankie Carlyle was in for a rude awakening because for the first time ever, work had taken a backseat to something else in Reed’s life.

He was in love with her, and he didn’t intend to rest until she had his ring on her finger.

“Shit,” he heard her mutter.

He looked over as an older couple approached them. Frankie stiffened beside him.

“Frankie?” he asked.

The look she gave him was a perfect mixture of apprehension and annoyance, but before he could question her, the couple stopped in front of them and she turned to acknowledge them.

“Hi, Mom, Dad. What are you guys doing here?”

Frankie’s parents? Reed perked up, taking in the appearance of the couple who’d managed to produce one of the most dynamic women he’d ever met. They certainly weren’t what he expected. Her mother was dressed very simply, projecting an air of absolute plainness. Her hair was short—combed rather than styled. She wore no makeup, a shapeless navy blue skirt and a basic tan top. Her father was dressed in a dark suit, simple and about twenty years out of style. His hair was slicked back, giving him a stern, formidable look. He also noticed the man didn’t smile when he spotted Frankie.

“It’s Thursday night,” her mother replied as if her response answered everything. Apparently it did, because Frankie nodded.

She looked at him and forced a pleasant smile to her face. To her parents, it might look real, but he could see the strained lines at her brow, around her mouth.

“Thursday is my parents’ night to eat out. They’ve maintained the same routine for years.”

He nodded his understanding as she gestured toward the couple, instigating the introductions, “Reed, these are my parents, Ronald and Georgia Carlyle. Mom, Dad, this is Reed Donovan, my new marketing partner at work.” He bristled at the introduction, wishing she’d said boyfriend instead.

Oh well, plenty of time for that later.

Her mother smiled demurely, while her father’s eyes studied him with interest.

“Are you two here on a date?” Georgia asked.

Frankie quickly shook her head. “No, Mom. We’re working late tonight. Took a break to get some dinner.”

Her father scowled at her response, but said nothing.

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