Page 118 of Craving Danger

I hear the bedroom door open and try to rein in the tears as I see Franco come in. He walks to the bathroom, and I hear water run, then there’s the rustling of clothes.

Coming back into the room, wearing only his boxers, he climbs on the bed.

He tugs the pillow away from me before lying down and pushing his arm beneath my head. Gathering me against his chest, I hear him take a deep breath.

It feels like his body engulfs mine, and an overwhelming sense of safety surrounds me.

With his mouth near my ear, he whispers, “How are you holding up?”

I wrap my arm around his waist and snuggle as close to him as I can. “Surprisingly good.”

He places his hand behind my head, and I’ve never felt more treasured.

“Then why the tears?”

“It’s from the relief of finally having closure,” I explain.

Franco presses a kiss to my hair. I tilt my head back, and looking at him, I notice he seems more relaxed than before he left the room to take care of business.

His eyes drift over my face, and the corner of his mouth lifts, making him look way too hot.

“Don’t ever smile like that at work,” I mutter.

He gives me a confused look. “Why?”

“Every woman at the office is already crushing on you. Seeing you smirk like that will probably start a riot.”

He lets out a chuckle, and leaning closer, he kisses me before teasing, “Just admit you’re jealous.”

I give him a disgruntled look. “No, you’re arrogant enough.”

He rolls onto his back, a burst of laughter shaking his body.

I crawl over him and straddle his pelvis. I place my hands on his chest, and leaning over him, I say, “I’m not jealous.”

I’ve never seen Franco so relaxed and happy. It’s like I’m finally seeing the man beneath the suit.

“You’re jealous. There’s no shame in admitting it,” he continues to tease me.

I shift my butt over his cock, and his expression turns from playful to predatory in a split second.

I rub myself over him again, and watching desire darken his eyes, makes me feel sensual and beautiful.

Lifting his hands, he grips hold of my hips before he moves up the bed so he can lean back against the headboard.

“I love seeing you in my shirt,” he murmurs as he cups my breast through the fabric. “It looks sexy on you.”

My voice is seductive. “Yeah?” I undo a few buttons. “How about now?”

The smirk on his face makes arousal coat my inner thighs and my abdomen clench with need.

“I love that even more.” The words rumble from him as he leans closer to press a kiss between my breasts. He pushes the shirt to the side, then his teeth tug at my nipple. “So much more.”

Lifting my butt off him, I reach down and push his boxers out of the way to free his huge cock. Wrapping my fingers around the thick girth, I rub the head of his cock over my pussy and let out a satisfied moan.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Soaked,” I complain. “And so achy and needy.”

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