Page 19 of Frankie and the Fed (Untamed Rascals #3)

A bsolutely nothing was going according to plan. This was supposed to be easy—get in, take down the smuggling ring, get out.

Fuck.

My body still buzzed from my earlier orgasm when I slipped out of bed once she was asleep. Frankie’s lips on mine burned into me, leaving a tingling mess of nerves as I rifled through the drawers in her kitchen.

I didn’t check my phone, but I could still feel the weight of that missed call, most likely my boss calling to push me to find evidence against Frankie. He made it clear from the start that she was where my focus needed to be, that she was the prime suspect, and that my job was to take her down.

There had to be something here—evidence of her nefarious dealings .

I’d been too distracted to do my fucking job, even when she brought of the topic of our pasts, and then she went and talked about doing this again.

God dammit.

My heart rate picked up, squeezing my chest, and making my palms sweaty as panic welled in me.

I fucked up, and I needed to set things right. If she were the bad guy, I could justify this. If she were the smuggler, I could—

Don’t think about it, Jamie.

I gave up, frustration filling me at my failures. I imagined when this was done and I had to go back, empty-handed, my first assignment a disaster, my bleak, lonely life highlighted by the blindingly bright light that was Frankie. I would never forget it. I would never live it down.

My shoulders slumped. Nothing. There was nothing here, and I just… fuck.

My life didn’t make sense anymore, and I didn’t know how to untangle the mess of it.

Dawn hadn’t come, it wouldn’t be long now, but the darkness still enveloped us. One night. I may be a failure, but I had one night, and it wasn’t over yet. I wasn’t going to waste it.

I snuck back into bed, bringing water just in case she woke, and I needed an excuse.

Just a job, I told myself as I curled up next to Frankie. Every panicked bone in my body wanted to run, dip out before she could wake up and realize I was a fraud, but I couldn’t just leave. I’d never get back in with her if I did.

The thought of never being with her again overrode the panic of failure and brought with it a new kind of terror— the kind that meant I would have to face whatever brewed inside me, whether I was ready for it or not.

“Mm.” I moaned as Frankie stretched against me when we woke next, rubbing her body along mine and erasing everything but the soft warmth of her against me. “Someone’s awake.”

“I’m thirsty, and you look like the perfect drink.” She kissed my neck.

“I brought us some water.” I rolled us over and kissed her, dipping my tongue into her mouth for a taste and moaning at the lingering flavor of me on her lips. It shouldn’t be good, but my pussy throbbed anyway.

I reluctantly sat up and flipped on the lamp beside us, illuminating her soft curves and sleek brown hair.

Her unguarded beauty cut me like a knife, slicing right to the heart I hadn’t been sure I even had anymore.

“Did you bring a snack, too?” she asked, eyeing the nightstand with the glasses of water on it.

I laughed. “No, but drink up and I’ll go get something.”

She sat up and did what I asked while I crawled out of bed, threw on one of her silky robes, and slipped out to the kitchen.

Light glinted off her laptop, resting on the coffee table. I looked back to make sure her door was closed and then tiptoed over to the computer. I didn’t see it in my earlier frantic search for clues. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.

I opened it, hoping it would be easy to access .

Fuck. Of course, she would have a password. I tried two obvious options but didn’t try again. I didn’t want to lock her out of her computer.

Well, shit.

“What’s taking so long?” Frankie called. I closed the laptop and jumped up, rushing to the kitchen and grabbing the first thing I found.

“You don’t have much,” I said as I walked into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind me.

She smiled, her face lighting up in an enchanting way that immediately lit me on fire.

“Only the finest string cheese your fridge had to offer.” I held them up as if they were a prize fish I’d caught.

She laughed, her whole body moving with the outburst.

“Those are Lily’s, but she’s hardly ever home these days, so I’m sure she won’t even notice.” She reached for the cheese, and I held it just out of her grasp as I untied the robe and let it fall open, distracting her from her quest.

“Sit up.” Rather than do what I asked, she arched her back, thrusting those magnificent tits out.

“But I’m so comfy,” she teased.

I lightly smacked her breast before trapping her nipple and tugging.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned and arched into me.

“Are you going to sit up or am I going to have to torture you some more?” I pulled her nipple again. Her wide eyes and blown pupils watched me closely while she decided.

“God, that feels so good.”

I leaned down and bit her nipple, tugging on it with my teeth until she was panting and pulling my hair.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. ”

I bit down hard enough to leave a bruise. Her moans made me feral—ravenous in a way I didn’t fully understand. I wanted to consume her, make her live inside me, stitch us together so we could never be parted.

She cried out again when I switched nipples, unable to do more than cling to me and take my assault, push into me, beg for more.

I pulled off, leaving her nipples shiny and peaked and her eyes hooded in unfulfilled desire.

“Now,” I said, pushing away from her. “Are you going to be a good girl for me and sit up like I asked?”

“Yes.”

She leaned against the plush headboard, stretching her arms above her head as she did. Visions of her cuffed to the headboard just like this while I made her come until she couldn’t anymore danced in my head.

I shoved them down deep. That could never happen.

I climbed onto her lap, sitting close enough to feel the rasp of her stiff nipples against me.

“Now, open up.” I tore into the string cheese and pulled off a long piece, dangling it above her mouth.

I would never look at the silly little snack the same way again.

Her tongue darted out and captured it, pulling it into her mouth.

“Good. Gotta make sure you’re fed and hydrated before I make you scream my name again. ”

I fed her piece after piece until both sticks were gone and followed the last of it to feed her my tongue as well. God, I loved how pliant she was under me, taking whatever insane idea I had and begging for more.

I tipped the water up to her mouth, and she drank it in greedy gulps that left streams pouring down her chin .

I set down the glass and followed the wet rivulets from her chest, up her neck, and to the corner of her mouth, drinking from her, the slight saltiness of her skin coating my tongue.

“Jamie,” she whimpered before she took my mouth with hers, her hands desperately clinging to my waist, pulling me closer.

The sound of my name on her lips like a prayer sent a shock wave through me, racing to my pussy and making it pulse in need, all while the sound burrowed into a deep part of me, a part that would treasure this moment no matter how dark my future may be. It stole my breath and sanity.

Closer. I needed to be closer to her, to meld myself with her, open my chest and carry her next to my heart where she fucking belonged.

The thought was terrifying and thrilling.

I couldn’t. She wasn’t mine.

Fuck.

I would lose her.

I broke our kiss to admire her swollen lips and lust drunk expression, trying to commit it to memory.

“Lay back. I need to taste you again.” I couldn’t keep the desperation out of my voice, but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

I climbed off her lap. I didn’t wait before pulling her leg out from under her until she laid flat, too desperate to run from the beast trying to claw its way out of me—the one telling me to take this woman and run, whether she liked it or not. The beast that wanted me to make her love me .

Her laughter was music and seduction all rolled into one.

Her legs fell open. I let the robe drop from my shoulders as I stared at her pretty, glistening pussy.

“God. So fucking beautiful.” I ran my hands up her legs, watching as her hips jerked, thrusting toward me.

Cum still coated her lips, calling to me like a siren song. Her lips spread in arousal, highlighting her brown frills and slightly swollen clit, begging for my tongue.

“Are you going to stare or get to work?” Frankie asked. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch. The soft curve of her belly called to me, promising a soft place to lay my head when I’ve eaten my fill.

“Hush, little chaos whore. I’m admiring my earlier work.” I traced my finger down her mound to her lips, parting them, reveling in the silky texture of her skin and the contrasting coarseness of her neatly trimmed dark curls.

“Jamie. This is torture.” She was a panting, quivering mess just for me.

“No. It’s not.” I pushed her legs up, causing her to fall back and focus entirely on the sensation. “Hold these here.”

She gripped her legs behind her knees, keeping her spread, baring every inch to me.

I pumped my fingers into her with no warning, and she cried out at the invasion. Thankfully, she was still soaked, and I slid in easily. I grazed her G-spot but didn’t linger.

“No,” she whimpered when I pulled my fingers from her.

“Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.” I circled her asshole, the dark passage tempting, and slid the tip of my finger in. It went in so easily .

“Dirty girl. Do you play with your ass?” I asked as I thrust my finger in.

She moaned. I couldn’t resist anymore.

My mouth watered as I leaned down and ran my tongue along her, dipping inside before latching on to her clit and sucking like my life depended on it.

She exploded under me, her ass clenching down on my finger. I kept going, moving down to lap at her fresh cum. Salt and musk burst across my tongue.

I wasn’t satisfied.