Page 138 of Vicious Games

“What?”

“I thought you were supposed to be this mad genius, but you’re really dumb sometimes.”

“Babe, I’m pouring my heart out over here, and you’re insulting me? Ouch.”

“You can take it,” she says, her voice warm and rich, before placing a kiss on my jaw, then my cheek, then the corner of my lips. “I love you too,” she whispers.

Her eyes flick to mine, full of certainty, before pressing her lips on mine in a kiss, soft and slow, like a secret shared in the dark. It’s sweet and aching, tender and deep. The kind that says I see you. I want you.I choose you.

Neither of us rushes the kiss. We stay wrapped up in each other, suspended in that perfect, quiet moment, until the gentle thud of the boat docking at the pier reminds us that the night is still waiting for us to live it.

Feeling like I’m walking on air, I help her off the boat, wrapping my hand around hers to ground me. My body buzzes with adrenaline, nerves, joy, all of it tangled together in this wild, beautiful mess.

Once we reach the car, instead of opening the door for her to get in, I cage her against it, unable to wait another second to kiss her again. However, this kiss is nothing like the one we had on the boat. This one is heat and hunger. It’s desperation and relief. It’s two people who’ve waited way too long to stop pretending and just gave in to what they both feel.

She clutches my shirt like she might fall apart without me, and I kiss her like I’ll die if I stop.

“We’re not going to make it to the hotel, are we?” she pants, her voice a trembling whisper against my throat as I trail kisses on the side of her face, lifting one of her legs onto my hip.

“I can stop,” I grit out, though it nearly kills me to say it, especially with my cock straining hard against the heat between her thighs.

“Don’t you dare,” she breathes, threading her fingers into my hair and tugging, yanking me back to her mouth.

Our lips crash together with a hunger of pure chaos—all teeth, tongue, and aching need. Everything else disappears—the city, the night, the careful plans I made back at the hotel.

There’s only her. My Frankie.

“Baby, if we don’t stop now…” I try, but the warning dies when her hand presses over my cock, squeezing hard enough to make my vision blur, precum instantly soaking through the fabric of my boxers.

“Do you want me?” she asks again, her voice thick, low, and sultry as her tongue traces a path along the slope of my throat, melting any self-control I had left.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, reaching for her breast, cupping it greedily as I give it a gentle squeeze. She moans, arching into me, and hooks the heel of her boot behind my back as if anchoring me to her.

“And do you love me?”

“With every fiber of my being,” I rasp. “I couldn’t stop even if you ordered me to.”

Her eyes lock on mine, fierce and shining, full of heat and something far more meaningful. Something that looks a lot like the love she swore she had for me.

“Then show me,” she whispers. “Show me how much.”

That’s all it takes. My last thread of restraint snaps at her command.

My mouth crashes into hers as I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping tight around my hips. I fumble to open the car’s back door, lowering her onto the seat as gently as I can, given how fast we’re both becoming unhinged with lust.

This isn’t the five-star hotel suite I envisioned for our first time, but right now, I wouldn’t trade this cramped space, this realness, this raw need, for anything.

“Hurry,” she pleads, hands already working on my belt and zipper. Her eyes are wild, stormy, desperate. And oh so perfect. Andmine.

“Baby…” I try to slow her down again, but when her hand wraps around the base of my cock to squeeze it, I nearly black out. “Jesus, fuck, Frankie.”

We’re frantic, tugging and fumbling through layers of clothes as if it were the only thing keeping us from salvation. When we’re finally skin-to-skin, every frantic beat slows.

The moment shifts. She’s under me, her golden hair fanned out like a halo. Her blue eyes shine up at me, filled with trust, love, and want. And for a second, my heart stops.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper reverently. “So goddamn beautiful.”

I kiss every inch I can reach – her cheeks, her lips, her collarbone, the soft curve of her breast. She wraps herself around me, as our mouths mold together. I grind against her slowly, feeling the slick heat of her center teasing my length.

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