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Authors: Callie Wild

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“Hello, Eleanor.” Frank opened the door to her suite, and immediately took her breath away.

She could smell his unique, potently sensual scent from twenty feet away. It invaded her body, making her nipples tighten and a sharp knot of longing fist low in her belly.

“Hello, Frank.” Thank God she didn’t sound as lustful as she felt. Now she just had to get rid of him before she did something stupid, like throw herself at his feet and beg him to fuck her. Not something she would usually worry about, but she hadn’t been herself since that night. He had awoken her long-dormant sex drive and she’d been able to think of little else since.

“You look…” Frank trailed off as he walked into the room, stopping near her chair.

“Yes?” she prompted, noticing that he looked amazing in a pair of faded jeans and a plain black t-shirt that stretched tightly over his chest. He looked even more rampantly masculine clothed, if that were possible.

Or maybe it was just the thought of getting to peel off that shirt to reveal the perfection underneath that made her body ache.

“You look even better in real life,” he said with a smile, seeming to recover from whatever had stolen his words a moment before. “You’ve been all over the evening news, but the cameras didn’t do you justice.”

She would like to believe he was being sincere, but considering she was still in her pajamas and hadn’t brushed her hair or bothered to put on her makeup, she seriously doubted that was the case. At least she’d brushed her teeth—not that he would be getting close enough to smell her breath.

In fact, it would be best if he turned around and left right now.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, so very early in the morning?” She needed to keep her mind on business, find out what he wanted, and then get rid of him. She had enough on her plate without being reminded that she was suffering from something that felt remarkably like a broken heart.

“They told me you got up early,” Frank said, then fell silent, staring at her in a way that would have been flattering if she weren’t positive that he didn’t care for her.

How could he, when he’d left without so much as a kind word?

“What do you want, Frank?” She rose from her chair, walking over to the table where her fruit tray from last night still sat. She was no longer hungry, but maybe he’d hurry up and get on with whatever he was here for if he assumed she was ready for breakfast.

“Not a morning person?” He followed her to the table, taking a grape from the tray with the same ease he’d taken her body in his hands a few nights before.

For some reason, that air of possession drove her over the edge.

“Hands off my fruit tray,” she snapped. “For your information, I’m definitely a morning person, just not when in the presence of someone I don’t like very much.”

“Ouch. But I deserve that,” he said with a nervous laugh.

Hmm…curious… Why would he be nervous?

“I’ll ask you one more time,” Eleanor said in a gentler tone. “What do you want?”

“That’s a big question.” He met her eyes with a look that had her imagination working overtime, but she refused to fling herself into his arms.

She’d thought Frank cared for her once before, but she’d been wrong. He’d left and she’d felt like a lovesick fool. It wasn’t going to happen a second time. If he had something to say, something he wanted, he was going to have to spell it out.

“I got my clothes.” He thrust out a small brown bag she hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Thanks for sending them over.”

“What’s this?” Eleanor asked, the simple act of her fingers brushing against his as she reached for the bag more contact than she could handle without starting to tremble.

“Your diaper. Sorry I took it. I walked out before I thought about it, or the fact that I’d have to walk into the Guard’s Station wearing the damn thing,” he said, one finger tracing over her knuckles before he pulled away, leaving her holding the bag.

“You could have kept it,” she said. “I’m out of the business.”

“Good. It didn’t suit you.” The affection in his eyes made her want to scream.

How could he do this to her—remind her of what it felt like to be the focus of his overwhelming attention when he planned to drop her diaper and go?

“How do you know what suits me? You don’t even know me,” Eleanor said, her voice thick. Why couldn’t she be in this man’s presence for more than ten minutes without some part of her getting weepy? It just wasn’t natural.

He sighed. “That’s what I kept telling myself. We also have different lifestyles, different backgrounds, and I convinced myself you never wanted to see my face again.”

“You’re the one who ran away.”

“I had work to do.”

“You ran so fast you left in a loincloth,” she said as she watched him pop another grape into his mouth, feeling strangely envious of the plump little fruit. “You’re in my fruit tray.”

“I’d like to be in a lot more than your fruit tray,” he whispered, moving so quickly that she was pressed up against him before she knew what had happened.

“Let go,” she whispered, but letting go was the last thing she wanted him to do. It felt too amazing to have her breasts flattened against his warm chest and his thick-muscled thigh insinuating itself in between the legs of her satin pajama pants.

“Eleanor, I’m sorry I left. Can we start over?” His hand smoothed down her back to caress the curve of her ass.

“I’m not sure.” She closed her eyes and swayed into him, tilting her pelvis just the slightest bit against the hard cock straining the fly of his jeans. A rush of heat flooded between her thighs and a whimper sounded from the back of her throat as she tried not to wrap her arms around him.

She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted any man, but she didn’t want the drama. She’d had enough pain, enough upheaval. She wanted to be able to relax and trust again. Frank had seemed like the most trustworthy man in the world, but he’d walked out on her.

How could she forget that? How could she open herself up to his powerful draw again when she knew that losing him a second time would be more agonizing than the first?

“I didn’t think you wanted the kind of relationship I had to offer,” he said. “You didn’t seem to like your life. I knew you wanted a change. How could I ask you to stay in a world you hated?”

“Relationship?” Eleanor knew there was something else she should be getting from his words, but she couldn’t get past that one word.

Relationship
. He wanted a relationship? With her?

“But I couldn’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you. I was a wreck, I drove my son crazy grumping around the house, and…” He took a bracing breath. “I’d never ask you to call me Master, and you’re certainly no slave. That’s never been the kind of thing I get off on, but I do enjoy the type of sexual relationship we started exploring the other night. It’s part of who I am. I couldn’t—”

“So this is about sex,” Eleanor said, her hope dying as quickly as it had sprung to life.

“No, damn it, it’s not just about sex,” he said, pulling her closer, pinning her against his body. “It’s about the way I feel about you. I want you, Eleanor. Sexually, emotionally, mentally, and any other way I can have you. I want you to be mine.”

“Then kiss me, Frank.” Eleanor wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his mouth down to hers.

No matter what else he had to say, she knew enough to realize that her dreams were coming true. He wanted her the same way she wanted him, and that meant she didn’t have to fight the attraction that threatened to level her where she stood.

“First you need to tell me,” he said, pulling away from her far enough to speak. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

She could still feel his breath hot on her lips. He smelled of coffee and grapes and something purely Frank, and she was dying for a taste of him. She would tell him anything to get that taste, but thankfully what he wanted to hear was exactly what was in her heart.

“I’m yours, Frank. My lips, my pussy, my heart and anything else you can think of down the line,” she said, rocking against his cock, letting him know how she ached to be his in every way.

“And I’m yours,” he promised. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

And then he lowered his mouth and set about laying his claim in a much more erotic fashion.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Frank

Frank struggled to hold on to his control, fighting the urge to pull Eleanor down and finish what they’d started right there on the carpet. She was so unbelievably sexy, so soft and sweet tasting, and even more beautiful than he’d remembered.

When he had first seen her sitting there in those silky purple pajamas, he’d lost the ability to form words. He’d been sucked in by those big brown eyes, unable to fathom how she could look so stunning fresh out of her bed.

Her bed.
God, he wanted to get her in bed, get her naked and his cock inside her in the next ten seconds. But there was no way he would let their first time be a rushed event. No matter how much he ached for her, he had to make this last. He wanted her as crazy for him as he was for her, begging him to fuck his pussy before he finally filled her.

“Frank,” she whispered against his mouth before she bit his bottom lip, raking her teeth over the sensitive skin.

“Yes?” He pressed his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her delectable ass, pulling her to where his cock throbbed with need for her, and only her. Eleanor was his, and he had to show her how grateful he was for the chance she’d given them.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” She scored her nails down his back and he wished he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He wanted to feel her nails on his skin, feel the burn as she lost control and clawed at him.

“Haven’t you heard that good things are worth waiting for?”

“I don’t want to wait,” she said, pulling away from him and whipping her pajama top over her head.

He’d fantasized about unbuttoning the thing with his teeth, but who was he kidding? He wouldn’t have been able to manage all those buttons without losing control.

“You have the most beautiful breasts.” He fell to his knees and cupped her in his hands, testing the weight of each full globe before he nuzzled his face in between. Softly, he trailed kisses along her cleavage before letting his tongue play across her skin.

“I’m shorter in real life,” she whispered, her breath coming faster as he teased a slow trail over to her right nipple and began to flick his tongue gently over her tip.

“You’re the perfect height. Those heels were ridiculous,” he said, increasing the pressure with his tongue as he captured her other nipple with his fingers, rolling and plucking softly.

“Frank, please. I’m already so wet,” she moaned, her hands trembling as she cupped his jaw, trying to urge him away from her nipple.

Instead he sucked harder, drawing her deeply into his mouth until she cried out. Then he moved to the other nipple, licking and biting and sucking. She squirmed against him, the nails she pressed into his neck less than gentle.

“Now I bet my pussy’s even wetter, isn’t it?”

“God, yes. I don’t think I can stand much—” She cried out, a strangled sound of relief, as he tugged her pants to the floor, baring her to his gaze.

She wasn’t wearing a damn thing under her pajamas. Frank’s mouth watered as he caught the scent of her. He hadn’t intended to taste her, but the temptation was too much to resist.With a firm hand, he eased her legs farther apart and brought his tongue to where her small, plump lips hid her clit. Curling his tongue, he began to tease between the petals of her sex, capturing her bud in the warm heat of his mouth, wrapping her completely in his tongue before he swirled around her in gentle circles.

She called his name in a panicked voice as her knees began to tremble.

“Sit,” he commanded, lengthening himself on the ground beneath her and pulling her hips down. She tensed as she looked down and saw where he had aimed her body, but he didn’t loosen his hold. “Sit, Eleanor. Now. I want more of my pussy.”

She dropped her hips with a moan, a sound that Frank echoed as he was suddenly surrounded by the sweet, wet heat of her. He tunneled his tongue inside her dripping cleft, lapping up the evidence of her arousal, penetrating her with deep thrusts. Then, when he felt her start to tremble above him, he withdrew, moving to flick his tongue against her clit until she began to cream for him again.

Back and forth, back and forth, he teased through her swollen, aroused flesh, bringing her to the verge of release but not allowing her to climax. Finally, she began to rock against him, squirming her clit into closer contact with his tongue, desperately seeking relief.

Frank brought his hands to her waist, holding tight as he urged her to lie on the ground. She tumbled to the carpet with her legs spread wide, a clear invitation for him to fuck the pussy he had just finished tormenting with his mouth. Frank felt the tension in his own groin grow to epic levels as her lust-filled eyes met his and her small hands began to smooth down the front of her body.

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

“No, I want you to fuck me,” she said, but her fingers were already on her clit, circling the needy flesh with swift, wild movements. Her nipples beaded and her lips parted, while a delicate flush rose in her cheeks. She was seconds away from finding release without him.

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