Page 41 of Recruited By the Billionaire

Frankie was touched by his words.

“But you know what,” he said, frustration all over his face, “you don’t have to believe me. Believe what you read on the internet about me. Believe all the lies all you care to. I’m this playboy they claim. I have all these women they claim when I don’t have shit. But the truth doesn’t fit the narrative. He’s a rich bastard who hates his children and who drove his wife to drugs when she was a druggie when I married her ass and I couldn’t hate my children if my life depended on it. But who wants to read about that? It’s not salacious enough. So go on, believe what you read rather than who I am. Go on,” he said and turned to leave her alone.

But it felt like a fever broke inside of Frankie, too, and she grabbed Robert by his arm and turned him back toward her. And she realized in that moment that Robert was a man, but he was nothing like all those other men from her past.

“I believe you,” she said so heartfelt that Robert felt it to the depths of his own heart. And he pulled her into his arms.

He closed his eyes and rubbed her soft hair. He’d never been this raw with anybody in his life. But he told her nothing but the truth.

And when he looked back into her eyes again, and saw that sweetness again, his control broke. And he kissed her, but this time so passionately that it took her breath away. And she turned the knob and opened her already unlocked door, and they practically fell inside.

Robert kicked the door shut, lifted the dress she wore over her head and threw it off of her, and then lifted her into his arms and continued kissing her as he carried her to the only bedroom in her apartment.

Once in that bedroom, they undressed quickly. That sexually-charged energy they were known for whenever they came together was back with a vengeance.

And when Robert laid her on the bed and got on top of her, his kissing went from her mouth to her breasts and all the way down between her legs. And for the longest time he did her there. He couldn’t stop doing her there. He was in love with her taste.

It was feeling so good to Frankie that she didn’t want him to stop doing her there. It felt so good to her that within minutes her will to hold on broke, and she came. Right in his mouth.

While she was still cumming, while she was in the apex of her orgasm, he moved up and entered her with a thrust so ferocious that it took her orgasm to another realm.

And then there was no more cuteness. No more sweetness. He was fucking the shit out of her. He was pounding her with pumps so passionate and so hard that he had the bed pounding the floor too. She’d never been fucked like that before in her life.

Robert had never had it so intense in his life either. He thought it was the best he’d ever had every time he had her, and that was why he went to her apartment after his after-sex plane fiasco, and that was why he asked her out to dinner as soon as he came back to town two weeks later. He wanted more of her. Now he realized why. It wasn’t just the great sex. It was the person that was giving him the great sex. It was Francesca he wanted. In every way.

And when he came, her orgasm that had finally eased up reemerged even stronger than the first time and she was cumming all over again. He was pouring into her, and she was full. In every way.

And when it finally came to an end, Robert eased out of her and got off of her.

He wanted to stay right where he was. But he knew he couldn’t. Taking her to that house had already rendered him late. “I’ve got to go,” he said regrettably as he kissed her and began getting out of bed.

Frankie sat up in bed and watched as he began putting back on his clothes. She knew he had to go out of town again. But she had not bothered to ask him where.

“Go where?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around her legs. She was so wet she was dripping. She was going to have to get in the tub again. And change her linen.

“Chicago,” he said. “But I’ll be back in a couple days. Just need to handle some business.”

“Was that what those phone calls last night were about?”

Robert had been on the phone for half of the night. “Yup.”

Frankie didn’t say anything else. She was missing him already, which was crazy. But she was falling for the guy.

He was falling for the girl too. And it was a scary thought. Especially after he made clear two months ago that they were going to be exclusive.Did he really tell her that? That part was still terrifying him. He’d never been exclusive in his life. Not even with his wife! But he was doing it for Francesca?

As he watched her as she sat there naked, her beautiful body completely exposed to him, her hair tousled with strands in her face, he completely understood why. If he was going to do it for anybody, it was going to be for her.

“Put on a robe and walk me to the door,” he said.

Frankie did as she was told and they walked slowly, as if neither one of them wanted it to end. When they got to her front door, he opened it and walked into the hall outside of her door. But then he turned back and looked at her.

When he saw her sweet eyes staring at him as if he was her hero, his heart squeezed. He was having some serious feelings for her that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to just tamp down. “Move in with me then,” he said to her with a slight sound of desperation in his voice that even he was surprised to hear.

But Frankie, despite her growing feelings for him too, wasn’t that far gone. “I can’t,” she said firmly. “I told you I don’t roll like that, Robert. I have to have my own space.”

Although he nodded as if he understood, a sad look was in his eyes, which floored her. And she felt a strong need to clean up her mess, even though it wasn’t really hers. “However,” she said, “if you can commit to spend more time in town, I can commit to spend more time with you. All night. At your place. If that’s okay with you.”

Robert stared at her. If he had asked most any other woman on this planet to move in with him, she’d jump at the chance. Wouldn’t give it a second thought. Who did she think she was to keep turning him down like he was somegotdamn ordinary joe bothering her? Had it been anybody else and he would have used that acid tongue he was known to have and lash out at her. He’d put her in her place so fast he’d leave her reeling.

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