Page 26 of Tempting Frankie
Kat wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Oh really? And here I thought you'd be too busy getting railed six ways from Sunday to even think about little old me.”
“Trust me,” I say, rolling my eyes. “There will be plenty of railing. But I'm not about to ghost my sister for some sugar daddy dick, no matter how magical it might be.”
“Good,” Kat nods, then grins mischievously. “Besides, I need all the dirty details. It's my sisterly right to live vicariously through your sexcapades.”
I groan, flopping back on the couch. “You're worse than a teenage boy. What, you want a play-by-play of every time Alexander bends me over his desk?”
“Ooh, desk sex!”
“Oh my god, shut up,” I laugh, shoving Kat playfully.
“Hey, I'm just looking out for my big sister's sexual fulfillment,” Kat says with a wink. “Someone's gotta make sure you're getting properly dicked down.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Like I said, anytime, anywhere. The man's got a fucking libido that puts teenagers to shame.”
Kat leans in, eyes wide. “What else? Come on, give me the juicy bits!”
“You're insatiable. You need to go get laid,” I laugh, but the memories flood back, hot and heavy. “Fine. He's got this thing for my ass. Can't keep his hands off it. And fuck, the way he grabs it when he's balls deep inside me? It's like he's trying to leave his fingerprints permanently etched into my skin.”
“Damn,” Kat whispers, fanning herself. “Go on.”
I bite my lip, heat pooling low in my belly. “And his voice, Kat. Fuck. When he growls in my ear, telling me what a good girl I am, how perfectly I take his cock…I swear I could come just from that alone.”
“Well shit,” Kat breathes. “No wonder you agreed to this whole arrangement. I'd sell my left titty for dick that good.”
I snort, shoving her playfully. “Keep your titties.”
Just then, my phone buzzes. I glance down, seeing a notification from Vivian telling me my access to the Infinity app is suspended, and I notice the time.
“Shit,” I mutter, jumping up. “Alexander's been waiting downstairs this whole time. I gotta go.”
Kat's eyes widen. “What? He's here now? Fuck, Frankie, why didn't you say something?”
I shrug, grabbing my bag. “I wanted to explain everything to you first.”
Kat's eyebrows shoot up. “That man's got patience.”
“Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure he's gonna make me pay for keeping him waiting,” I say, heat rising to my cheeks as I imagine exactly how he might punish me.
“Ooh, kinky, well, can you at least take your fucking charger so I can get ahold of you, bitch?” Kat says, tossing the cord at me.
I catch it, stuffing it in my bag. “Yeah, yeah. I'll text you later, okay?”
Kat pulls me into a tight hug, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “You better. And if that silver fox daddy treats you wrong, I'll cut his balls off and feed them to him.”
I laugh, squeezing her back. “I know you will. Love you, sis.”
“Love you too, you crazy dickmatized bitch,” Kat says, pulling away. “Now go get that dick. And don't forget to call me!”
I grab a few more things. My favorite hoodie, a framed photo of me and Kat, my journal—before giving my sister one last hug.
With one last look at our small, cramped apartment, I head out the door and down to where Alexander is waiting.
Chapter 11
Alexander
Iwatch Francesca descend the stairs, looking at the car that’s still here.
