Page 56 of A Slice of Love

When I did realize it was her, I was floored.

Just as I am now when she swings the door open.

Frankie Callahan has always been beautiful, snagging my attention from the beginning, but she was shy. She hid behind her hair and her glasses and her books.

Now, she carries herself with a confidence that makes her stunning.

And it makes me all the more attracted to her.

“Jonas?”

“Frank!”

She pokes her head out, looking around the hallway. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought you dinner.”

Her brows shoot up as she stares down at the box from Slice. “Why?”

“Because you need to eat.”

“I can make my own dinner?”

“Is that a question or are you telling me?”

She huffs. “Telling you.”

“Right.” I shake the box. “I brought your favorite.”

“My favorite? What exactly is my favorite?”

“A Slice of Love.”

Her eyes light up, her plump lips pulling into a wide smile. “You brought me a slice of Molly Daniels’ famous white chocolate strawberry cake?” I nod. “For dinner?”

“Yep.”

“Well then why the hell are you still standing in the doorway? Get in here!”

She fists my shirt, pulling me inside her apartment. She snatches the box out of my hand, barreling toward the kitchen, suddenly on a mission.

“There are two forks in the box,” I inform her.

“Two?” She barks out a laugh. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Jonas, because you’d make an awful comedian.”

“So you think I’m cute, huh?”

“You brought me my favorite cake—of course you’re cute.”

“Why are you still headed for the kitchen?”

“I need milk!”

I follow her, shaking my head as she grabs a carton of chocolate milk—skipping the glass—and hops up onto the same counter I had her on top of just last night.

Leaning against the counter opposite her, my eyes are glued to the spot where she was spread open for me, fingers plunging deep into her pussy.

As if on cue, Frankie moans.

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