Page 35 of Recruited By the Billionaire

“And I appreciate your devotion,” he said, heartfelt, “but I want to spend the day with you.”

He’d never know how wonderful that sounded to Frankie. “Doing what?”

Robert smiled. “Absolutely nothing!”

Frankie laughed. “Now that’s my kind of day off,” she said and Robert laughed too.

“And we can begin,” he said, moving closer to her and lifting her chin up to his face, “by going back to sleep.”

But when he leaned down and kissed her, and as soon as their lips met, both of them knew such a start was an impossibility. Especially when Robert couldn’t stop kissing her. Especially when Robert moved down the length of her body and focused his mouth, and his kisses, between her legs.

She began having rolling orgasms as he did her, as his oral felt just that magnificent to her. And when he moved up and entered her, she knew they were in for another marathon. Because Robert lifted up on his hands as he did her, his eyes staring into her eyes until she was so consumed under his spell that her eyes were too hooded with passion to see.

But for Robert it wasn’t until he rolled over onto his back, taking Frankie with him so that she could straddled him, did he realize they were in for the long haul too. Because she began riding his rod with strides that had him moaning with elation every time she lifted up and then rode down even harder. And every time her movements allowed his dick to slide in deeper into her so-tight space, he let out a heavy groan of elation himself.

But when she took him all the way into her sweetness, going down on his rod so far that she was sitting on his balls, he lost all control and came even before she did. But she was right behind him with yet another orgasm. Which only heightened his cum. Which caused him to flip her onto her back and take over with a pounding so urgent that Frankie could barely hold on.

But she held on with nothing but joy in her heart. Robert was taking her on the amusement ride of her life, where she never dreamed a man could make a woman feel that special.

He pumped his ass off, and she held him tighter and tighter as they came. Until they both were drained out.

But somehow, whenever they were together, their drain didn’t last very long. Because he began fondling her breasts. And then kissing her breasts. And then kissing her and entering her again. And they were at it again. And it was just as intense as the first time.

So much so that neither one of them had even thought about a condom until they were finished, and were drained again, and he finally eased out of her and saw his red, dripping penis.

“Ah shit!” he said when he realized what they’d done.

“Ah man!” Frankie said, realizing it too. She was mortified. “How could we be this careless again?”

“No worries,” said Robert. “I’m clean, I know you’re clean, and you’re on birth control. We’re good.”

“No, we aren’t,” Frankie said as she began getting out of the bed.

Robert looked at her. “What do you mean? You aren’t clean?”

“I’m not on birth control.”

It was Robert’s turn to be mortified. Had she planned this? Was her interest in him a paternity trap? “You aren’t on birth control?”

“No.”

“But why not, Francesca, when you knew--”

Frankie looked at him. “When I knew what? That we would have sex again?”

“Yes!”

“No, I didn’t’ know that either. I was through with your ass when I got off that plane.” She began heading for the bathroom.

“But,” he was confused. Francesca wouldn’t do that to him. Or would she? He hurried out of bed and followed her to the bathroom.

She was seated on the toilet peeing, her sensitive face looking up at him as if he was the one who hadn’t done his due diligence. “Why wouldn’t you be on birth control, Frankie?” he asked her.

“I was on it until I came to Florida. I was done with men. I didn’t figure I’d need it.”

“Since you came to Florida? You weren’t on birth control when we were together on my plane?”

Frankie hated reliving that moment. “No.”

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