Page 10 of Tempting Frankie (Lust & Luxury #1)

Alexander

I guide Francesca out of the boutique, my hand possessively at the small of her back. The warmth of her skin radiates through the thin silk of her dress, tempting me to slide my fingers lower.

I should have taken her in the dressing room, pressed up against the mirror, just for that Winnie the Pooh comment alone.

“Everything you chose will be delivered to the house within the hour. Madeleine will pick out similar things and have them tailored and they will arrive within the week,” I inform her as we step onto the sidewalk. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over her olive skin.

Francesca nods, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “Right. Your house. Which is apparently my house now, too.”

I chuckle, pulling her closer as we approach the waiting town car. “Our house,” I correct her. “For the next three months, at least. Unless you decide you want to extend our arrangement.”

She rolls her eyes, but I don't miss the way her breath catches when I lean in close. “Don't get ahead of yourself, old man.”

I growl low in my throat, my fingers digging into her hip. “Watch that mouth of yours, little girl. Or I might have to put it to better use.”

A delicious shiver runs through her body. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both,” I murmur, opening the car door, waving Michael away from assisting. I help her inside, taking a moment to admire the way her ass looks in that tight dress. I can't wait to get my hands on her properly and tie her up.

As I slide in beside her, I notice her fidgeting with the hem.

“So,” I say, signaling the driver to wait. “Would you like to go anywhere else? Or shall we head home?”

Francesca bites her lower lip, considering. The sight makes my cock twitch. I imagine that exact look on her face as she’s on her knees looking up at me and I’m rubbing the tip across her face.

“I don't know,” she admits finally. “This is all so surreal. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

I reach out, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. She leans into my touch, almost unconsciously. “No shoes dropping here. Unless it’s me peeling the Louboutins from your feet after you dig them into my back. Just you and me.”

She snorts, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You mean the crazy-ass sugar daddy arrangement I somehow agreed to?”

I laugh, sliding my hand to the nape of her neck. “Among other things, yes. Speaking of which...”

In one smooth motion, I pull her into my lap. She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders to steady herself.

“Alexander! What are you?—”

I swallow her protest with a kiss. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming every inch. She melts against me, a soft moan vibrating in her throat.

Breaking apart, I savor the dazed look in Francesca's eyes. Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed. Fuck, she's so goddamn beautiful. But there's still a hint of uncertainty lurking beneath the surface despite my best efforts to erase it.

“What's going on in that head of yours?” I murmur, running my thumb along her jawline.

She shifts in my lap, her curvy ass grinding against my lap. “I just...it's a lot, you know? Going from barely scraping by to this.” She gestures vaguely at the luxury surrounding us.

I nod, understanding dawning. Without a word, I reach for the partition button, lowering it with a soft whir.

“Change of plans,” I tell the driver. “We're heading to Miss DeLuca's apartment first.”

Francesca's eyes widen in surprise. “What? Why?”

For a moment, I see a flash of hurt in those expressive chocolate eyes. She thinks I'm having second thoughts.

Silly girl.

I cup her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Because you need to talk to your sister. Fill her in on our arrangement so she's not left in the dark. I have no doubt you’ll feel better after you do.”

Relief washes over her features, followed quickly by guilt. “Shit, I didn't even think about Kat. She's probably freaking out.”

“Exactly,” I say, kissing her forehead. “She’s important to you. I want you settled and comfortable in our situation. That includes making sure your sister understands what's going on.”

“You...you'd be okay with that? Me telling her?”

I nod, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her arm. She shivers, her breath hitching. “Of course. I'm not ashamed of you, Francesca. Or of what we're doing.”

Francesca nods, biting her lower lip in that maddeningly sexy way of hers again. “Thank you,” she whispers.

I smirk, sliding my hands down to squeeze everything I can reach. “Don't thank me yet. Once we get home, I plan on spending hours on you.”

She shivers, pressing closer. “Promise?”

“Oh yes,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe. “I'm going to tie you to my bed and make you come so many times you forget your own name. The only word you'll remember is Daddy.”

A soft whimper escapes her throat. “Fuck, Alexander.”

I chuckle darkly, my cock straining against my pants. “Soon, baby. Very soon and Alexander isn’t going to be the name you’ll be whimpering.”

The rest of the ride passes in a haze of heated touches, desperate kisses and enough dry humping to start a fucking wildfire. By the time we pull up to Francesca's apartment building, we're both breathless.

I help her out of the car, noting the way she wobbles slightly on her heels. The knowledge that it's my touch affecting her so strongly sends a surge of possessive pride through me.

“Go on up,” I tell her, squeezing her hand. “Take as long as you need with your sister. I'll wait here.”