Page 58 of Final Serenade

We kissed long and hard, then our feet started shuffling across the terrace. The new sun beamed above our heads as the wind tangled our hair. I’d never done drugs before, but I imagined this was how it would feel to be high. In a way, Iwashigh. High on him.

Hands never leaving each other, we moved inside. He turned me so that his chest was against my back, and steered us across the large room toward the dining area. His palms teased me as they slid down my waist to my hips.

I took a moment to process the fact that I was inside Frank’s home. The space was atmospheric with an open concept layout. A true manifestation of modern luxury. There were plenty of windows, exposed beams, and a skylight. This was where he’d been hiding for over seven years. Or at least I hoped this was where he’d been. He’d probably had to spend a good fraction of that time away in a hospital.

“You won’t need this.” He unzipped my jacket and deposited it on one of the chairs next to the massive airfield-sized dining room table, which sat in front of a glass wall overlooking the ocean. The drop was impressive. Not for the faint of heart. And the sun-kissed view of the Pacific that stretched beneath our feet was stunning. The subtle luxury of his place was overwhelming and I wasn’t sure how I fit in here.

“Coffee?” Frank asked, his fingers stroking my neck before he pressed a soft kiss to my temple.

I felt his erection against my lower back, and when I leaned into him, his body grew tight. Heat simmered between us, and the air buzzed.

“Cream and five sugars.” I turned in his arms to face him.

Frank’s gaze drifted over my features, ending at my lips. “I can arrange that.” The side of his mouth curved and the smile gave me shivers. He spun us around and walked us backward until my ass hit the edge of the dining table.

I knew there and then that the coffee was going to have to wait.

His lips captured mine in another passionate kiss, and the need that pulsed between my legs was driving me crazy. I was out of breath, and my jeans and bra seemed two sizes too small. I ran my palms over the trim outline of his shoulders. He was all lean muscle and warmth, his broad chest rising with each loud inhale.

Frank nudged me on top of the table, one hand gripping the edge while the other cupped my ass. His hips parted my thighs and we burned raw where our bodies connected, his erection rubbing against my center, reckless and dirty. We were about to fuck right there in his dining room, and I loved every second of it before it even happened.

The man lived up to his wild reputation.

We didn’t speak as Frank pulled off my boots and rid me of my jeans. The glass was cold against my ass, but we were a wild fever, a chaos of loud moans and ragged breaths. His mouth found my ear and he nibbled the lobe before his insatiable lips kissed down my chin and neck. Chests heaving, we hurried through the foreplay like teenagers.

He dug out something from his pocket. A condom?

“Oh my god,” I whispered against his cheek, a little surprised. “You prepared.”

“I didn’t know if you’d want this,” he confessed, tearing the package. “According to my calculations, it was a fifty-fifty chance. A chance I wasn’t willing to take.”

Laughing, I unbuckled his belt. My panties dropped to the floor as his jeans fell to his knees, then he slipped on the condom in a rush. Back flat against the table, I parted my legs to welcome the intrusion, and he drove into me fast and deep, working through my tightness. A delicious ache coiled my stomach—I hadn’t been with a man in a long while. Not because I didn’t want to but because there was never time or never a man worth my time.

And this…this felt nice. In a debauched way.

Frank was a savage and I briefly wondered how long it’d been since the last time he’d had sex. His hands gripped my thighs and he pushed into me harder. In and out, over and over. My breath caught, and my heart hammered so hard that I could feel it inside my head.

I watched Frank through the flutter of my lashes. Every flex and every roll of his muscles under the fabric of his long-sleeved T-shirt rattled my core. The view drove me to the edge, figuratively and literally. The table scooted under the weight of our rocking bodies. Frank was like a wild animal, ferocious and unrestrained. My hips bucked to meet his thrusts. My walls stretched to meet the demands of his size. I was like warm chocolate, dripping and melting around his cock. My whimpers matched the roughness of his strokes as a wave of sounds—skin slapping, uneven panting, and furniture grating against the floor—washed through the empty room.

It was an angry fuck. Frank was upset and I was a conduit for letting it out. Yet, strangely, I didn’t mind it at all. Part of me loved the fact that he’d chosen me.

The release was agonizing. The perfect torture. My calves cramped, and my shoulders ached. Fire burned my airless lungs and my dry throat. Eyes shut, I tossed my head back to chase the filthy nirvana. Frank’s hand locked over my knee to help him keep his tempo and his breaths shuddered. He was losing focus. I wrapped my legs around his ass and we rode the final lap of the race together. Our bodies rocked fast with broken, unsteady beats. I came first, my mind exploding as I fell into a state of temporary shutdown. Frank came seconds later. His taut body went limp, one hand still on my thigh and the other splayed over the table. Then he slid out of me carefully.

The surface beneath me was slick with our fluids, and I lay there with my eyes half-closed, looking at him and breathing through my euphoria. He seemed wrecked. His face hard. The air was hot, and beads of sweat glimmered across his forehead.

“Frank?” I called, my voice shot to shit. I needed water and he still had to get rid of the condom.

Without speaking, he reached for my shoulder in an attempt to lift me, but his fingers lost their grip. So I pushed myself up and scooted closer to the edge, pressing my breasts to his chest. My bra was still on and my nipples ached from straining beneath the fabric. My swollen sex throbbed against his skin. Snaking my arm around his neck, I brushed his disheveled hair out of his face and kissed his stubbly cheek.

“I just need a minute, doll,” he husked, pulling me into a hug.

He palmed the back of my head and his lips caressed my temple in a way that was comforting. It wasn’t a lover’s embrace. It was almost…paternal. And twisted. Frank wasn’t old enough to be my sugar daddy and he wasn’t young enough to be my friend with benefits. It was an in-between affair.

We stayed like that as the minutes went by. I didn’t dare move, because he felt so fragile in my arms.

“Five sugars, huh?” His brow rose in question.

“What can I say? I like sweets,” I murmured against his soft mouth, and our heated lips lingered in a barely-there kiss. Nothing resembling the barbaric act of sex we’d just engaged in. This was a delicate exchange of breaths, a fine mixture of afterglow gasps. My needy hands wanted to explore his body. Curious, they slipped under the fabric of his T-shirt. I’d never touched him there before and my heart stuttered.

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