Page 25 of Tempting Frankie
She looks up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know I told you to fuck Daddy Warbucks. But like for fun. But this? What is the cost to you, Frankie? What if Cameron finds out?”
I swallow hard, pushing down the guilt that threatens to surface. “The cost is just my time. I don’t have to work any dead-end jobs. He’s paying for everything, way more than I’m worth. And as for Cameron…well, that bridge is already burned, isn't it? Might as well dance in the fucking ashes.”
She sighs, leaning into me. “So, what now? You just pack up and leave? I’m going to be left to my own devices, and you know I like trouble with a capital T.”
“I honestly don’t even need much from here.”
Kat's eyebrows shoot up. “Damn, he really is going all out, huh?”
“You have no idea,” I mutter, heat rising to my cheeks as I remember his hands on my body, his lips trailing fire across my skin.
Kat catches my blush and a wicked grin spreads across her face. “Oh my god, spill it, sis. How was the sex with Daddy Steele? And don't you dare skimp on the details.”
I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Jesus, Kat.”
“Come on,” she whines, poking me in the ribs. “I'm living vicariously here. Throw me a bone.”
“Fine,” I huff, peeking through my fingers. “It was, it was mind-blowing. Like, earth-shattering, see-God-and-speak-in-tongues good.”
Kat leans in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Go on.”
I take a deep breath; the memories flooding back in vivid detail. “His hands are fucking magical, Kat. He touched me like...like I was something precious, you know? But also like he wanted to devour me whole. And when he went down on me? Holy shit. I swear I blacked out for a second.”
“Damn,” Kat whispers, her cheeks flushed. “Who knew old dudes had it in them?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Trust me, there's nothing 'old' about Alexander in bed. He's got the stamina of a fucking racehorse and the skills of a goddamn sex god.”
“Jesus,” Kat fans herself dramatically. “Maybe I need to find my own geriatric fuck. Sounds like I'm missing out.”
I snort, shoving her playfully. “Back off, bitch. This silver fox is all mine.”
Kat holds up her hands in surrender, laughing. “Alright, alright. No need to get territorial. But seriously, Frankie, are you sure about this? I mean, it's a lot to take in.”
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Honestly? I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. But I know that when I'm with him, I feel…I don't know, safe? Wanted? Like I'm actually worth a damn, you know?”
Kat's expression softens, and she pulls me into a tight hug. “You've always been worth a damn, you idiot. But if this is whatyou want, I've got your back. Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?”
“I promise, Kat. I'll be careful,” I say, squeezing her hand. “This isn't some fairy tale bullshit. I know what I'm getting into.”
Kat's brow furrows, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. “So does this mean I won't see you for three fucking months? You'll just disappear into Daddy Steele's sex dungeon or whatever?”
I snort, shoving her shoulder. “Shut up, bitch. I'd never let that happen. I'm not a fucking prisoner. Alexander might own my time, but he doesn't own me.”
A wicked grin spreads across Kat's face. “I don't know, sis. You might end up stuck on Daddy Steele's dick, unable to move. Like one of those nature documentaries where the animals get locked together during mating season.”
“Katarina!” I laugh, feeling my cheeks burn. “You're such a fucking weirdo.”
She cackles, dodging the pillow I chuck at her head. “Hey, I'm just saying! From the way you described it, his cock might have some kind of magical properties. Like a dick beam or something.”
I groan, burying my face in my hands. “I hate you so much right now.”
“Nah, you love me,” Kat says, grinning. “And admit it, you're totally picturing Alexander's magical dick beam right now.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter, but I can't help the smile tugging at my lips. Because yeah, I kind of am. Sue me.
“Seriously though,” Kat says, her tone sobering. “You'll still come around, right? I mean, I know you'll be living in the lap of lust and luxury, but don't forget about your peasant sister.”
I reach out, grabbing her hand. “Are you kidding me? Hell, I'll probably be seeing you more often than not now that I’m not working three jobs and wondering if I can sell plasma.”
