Page 45 of A Thirst for Franc

This conversation had gone off the rails, and I was the conductor about to crash and burn. “Sorry I brought it up.”

Her jaw tightened, and her cheeks reddened. Not in that cute zinfandel pink, but in a deep fiery red like a pinot noir. “I don’t know what you think about me, but I don’t want to sleep with every man I talk to.” Her tone snapped harsh and angry.

“I don’t think that.”

She tossed the towel on the counter and let out a breath. “I’m sorry.” Her lip twitched, and she clamped down on the pouty flesh, pulling it into her mouth. Her eyes glassed over, and I hated myself for hurting her, even if I had no idea how or why.

I needed to fix this. Without overthinking, I moved toward her. “Hey,” I said, placing my finger beneath her chin, urging her to look at me. Her brown irises glistened, reflecting the honey hue specks. “This is entirely on me. I…” I was about to cross a line I shouldn’t cross, but with those big eyes staring back at me, lips parted slightly, my rational thought was out the fucking window. “I got jealous at the thought of you talking to Steve.”

She blinked, her long lashes brushing the apples of her cheeks, the red lightening to pink. “Why?”

Electric current sparked between us, and tension thickened the air. The smart thing to do would be to walk away. Stop this before it went too far. Maybe a stronger man would, but when it came to Quinn St. Clair, I was a weak soul.

“I want you to myself.”

And I crashed my mouth to hers. The sparks ignited my insides, intensifying and spreading through my body, blinding me to reality.

This was Gio’s nanny. She was a decade younger, and I was technically her boss. This was wrong on so many levels. Regret slammed into me. But then her lips moved against mine. Her fingers dug into my shirt and reeled me closer.

It felt too damn right to be wrong.

My hands thrust into her hair, cupping her head and backing her against the counter. A moan slipped from her lips, and I made it my mission to hear that sound as often as possible. She fisted the material of my shirt, tugging me closer still.

Her perfect curves pressed into my hard body, sending ripples of desire straight to my cock. My touch traced her face, moving down her arm and landing on the indent of her hip. I squeezed the taunting curve that had made me a desperate man and lifted her onto the counter.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her bare foot digging into my ass, and bringing my rock-hard erection to her center. She ground against me, sensation spiraling through my body in one mind numbing wave after another.

The scent of apples invaded my senses, making my mouth water. I trailed my mouth along her neck, needing to find out if she tasted as good as she smelled.

She tasted better.

My tongue lapped the sweetness, and more moans poured out of her.

Her grip on my shirt finally loosened, and her body relaxed against my lips. She angled her head, giving me better access to the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck. I nipped and licked before she grabbed my face and forced my mouth back to hers. Our tongues met in a fiery crash, sending exploding embers of need and want rushing through my body.

My hand covered her tit, molding the perfect mound and pinching her nipple. The hard bud poked through the padding of her bra, and a new desperation to get the tight bead in my mouth overtook me.

The craving was so strong; I shook with anticipation. I ripped her shirt over her head, tossing the cotton boundary to the floor. I dipped my head, dragging my tongue along the green lace before tearing the cup down and taking what I desperately wanted.

Quinn cried out as I took her nipple between my teeth, sucking and biting until she squirmed. Her pussy rubbed feverishly against my dick. Her fingers latched onto my hair. Pain bit into my scalp, but it mixed with the overpowering pleasure, turning it into its own erotic sensation.

I replaced my mouth with my hand and moved to the other side, giving equal attention. Quinn’s head dropped back, her body arching into mine.

“Oh…no.” Quinn leaned up, her body slamming into my head. Her beautiful tit fell away, and I was left with nothing but air.

“What’s the matter?” I asked and followed her head.

Sally stood on the counter, staring at us, arm raised in a wave before getting back on all fours.

“Damn it, Gio,” I muttered. Even with my son not home, he was still cock blocking me. I shook my head, tempted to ignore the reptile beast, but I couldn’t.

“I should take care of this,” I said.

An awkward laugh fell from Quinn’s kiss-swollen lips.. My eyes landed on her tightened nipple, a glistening reminder of what we were just doing, “That’s probably a good idea.” She slipped off the counter, her body pressing into mine, but she dodged me, reaching for her shirt.

“I’ll be right back.” I snatched the beardie princess and hurried upstairs, placing her on her throne—hammock—making sure the enclosure was locked up tight, and all but ran downstairs.

My heart slammed to a sputtering halt at Quinn standing at the door, bag slung over her shoulder, shirt wrinkled and askew. A growing lump of disappointment clogged my throat. “You’re leaving?” I managed.

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