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Within minutes, they both had fallen asleep.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

When Frankie woke up, Robert was no longer in bed with her. Panicking, she looked at her wrist watch. She had been asleep for three plus hours. Which shocked her. She was on the clock, what was wrong with her?

She got out of bed in a hurry, certain he was in some board meeting in one of those conference rooms on his plane while she was catching up on sleep. She felt horrible! She hurried to the dresser mirror and tried to spruce back up her hair and rubbed down her skirt and blouse. But just as she was stuffing her blouse back into her skirt, the door to the ensuite bathroom opened and Robert stood there naked as a jaybird. And Frankie couldn’t help it. Her eyes seemed to naturally float down from his fine body, to his fine, thick, dangling penis. A penis that she could see was just beginning to have an erection. As if just seeing her turned him on.

But Frankie quickly turned away. “Sorry about that, sir,” she said as she hurriedly grabbed her suit coat and her heels.

But just as she was about to put on one of her heels, Robert was next to her. He couldn’t help himself. Just seeing her lovely face gave him a hard-on that had to be handled. He was a gentleman to her earlier, not out of habit, but out of what he viewed as necessity. But that was then. He was too aroused to turn back now. His true colors were about to come out and spill all over Francesca.

He turned her around with a hard turn and planted a kiss on her that took her breath away. And he couldn’t stop himself. She tasted too wonderful. And when she started returning his kiss, and began rubbing his hair as he kissed her, it was game over for him. He was all in now.

He quickly lifted her blouse and began fondling her big breasts as he kissed her. Then he lifted her skirt, snatched down her panties, and began fondling her between her legs too. And then he moved her to the bed.

He didn’t throw her on the bed, he was still respectful of the fact that she was not one of his vultures, but he laid her down. Then he removed her skirt and panties, opened her legs, and went to town with his affection for her body and her taste and her pure sexiness.

Frankie was too far gone in her passion to turn back too. And when Robert began eating her, she was as loaded with lust as he was. She placed her feet on his back and began moving his head, to make certain he got her at that special place. He got her there repeatedly.

And then he laid on top of her, began kissing her breasts and then her mouth passionately again. And then he grabbed a condom from his nightstand, which should have told her just what this bedroom on a plane was really designed for, but she was too far in her passion to stop it even then. And when he put on that condom and entered her, and she felt his fullness expand even as he continued to move in, there was nothing left within her that wanted him to stop.

He did her for almost a full two hours. They came within fifteen minutes of his entering her. But then they went at it again and came again. And then a third time.

But the fourth time was the best time for both of them. They were wild with it by that time. So wild and so passionate that they were on the floor fucking. So wild that the condom Robert was wearing couldn’t handle their passion, either, because when they came that fourth time, he poured into her. The condom had apparently broken. But they both were so in their feelings that they didn’t realize it until he had pulled out and the condom wasn’t wrapped around his dickhead, but around his balls.

They looked at each other, stunned. “Shit,” he said. “This is a first for me.”

“For me too,” Frankie said.

“But what did we expect?” Robert asked. “We did that shit four times. Four times! That’s a fucking record for me,” he added as he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. And he seemed proud of himself.

Which should have worried Frankie. But it didn’t. She smiled as she continued to lay there. She broke the record of a guy known for all the gorgeous women he bedded? She was kind of proud too!

But then she realized what she was celebrating and her smile quickly left. A man who was known for his womanizing ways had just had unprotected sex with her and she was celebrating? Was she insane? Did he protect himself with all those other ladies, or did he go raw with them too?

When Robert came back into the room and saw that look on Frankie’s face, he knew what she was thinking. “I always use a condom, Francesca,” he said. “Not some of the time. Not most of the time. Every time. After my marriage ended all those years ago, I never went raw with anybody. You needn’t worry.”

Frankie nodded her head, and that seemed to satisfy him, but that was only half of the story for Frankie. He assumed she was on birth control because, in his mind, what woman wasn’t? But she was one woman that wasn’t. Ever since Devin and that motel craziness, she had no interest in men whatsoever. She figured she was done. She didn’t see the point.

But after he kindly wiped her so that she didn’t drip all the way to the bathroom, she knew she either had to take that morning-after pill as soon as they landed back in Florida, or risk becoming a single parent to the child of a billionaire. A billionaire she was certain wasn’t interested in any lasting relationship with her and would deny to her face it was his kid. A billionaire, she realized, who was ultimately her boss and could end her career just like Britney’s father had done to her. Or he could be vicious enough to hire somebody to end her life itself if she tried to pursue child support, like an NFL player had done. She’d watched too many true crime shows to know what rich people were capable of. And she was angry with herself again for putting herself in such a dire position.

But she always wanted a child. Not like this! But she always wanted a child.

There was no way she could ever bring herself to take some morning after abortion pill. Despite the enormous risk she was taking on the off chance she ended up pregnant, there was just no way.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Frankie almost wanted to rethink her ironclad position when she got out of the shower and realized Robert had dressed and left the bedroom without telling her anything. She at least thought he would wait for her to get herself together, or at least tell her something after such a dramatic few hours together. But she didn’t even get a shoutout or a simpleI’ll be up frontfrom him. He just left her in that bedroom to make her reappearance all by her lonesome as if he was certain she fucked around all the time. No concern for her. Nohow are you feelingfrom him. Nothing. But she was used to guys treating her that way too. Why was she surprised that Robert was no different?

Because she thought a man who would do for the Dent family and Aaron Thomas’s family was different.

She apparently thought wrong.

And when she got out of the shower, put back on her clothes, and left the bedroom to head back to the midsection of the plane where the entourage was seated, all eyes were suddenly on her. Walking up that aisle felt as if she was back to her old tricks again. Back to letting guys screw her all over again. Because everybody on that plane, including the crew, knew what she and Robert had been doing in that bedroom. And they all knew Robert didn’t put any gun to her head. She was a thirty-eight-year-old woman who should have known better than to still be making such bad choices with men, but she willingly did it anyway. And they wouldn’t stop staring at her.

She seemed to be trundling up that aisle as if she was loaded down with baggage she didn’t previously have. Because everybody, including the crew, were looking at her as if she was either the luckiest lady around to have slept with Robert Marris, or just another hoe sleeping her way to the top. By the look on his assistants’ faces, their sentiment definitely skewed toward thehoe sleeping her way to the topversion. Something they were trying to do.

But it didn’t matter which version people viewed her as, it was all negative to Frankie. Because sleeping around was not the way she conducted her life. It went against everything she believed in. And she felt ashamed.

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