Page 20 of Tempting Frankie (Lust & Luxury #1)

I melt into the mattress as Alexander's strong hands work their magic.

He massages the lotion into my skin with firm, confident strokes, easing away every last bit of tension.

When he reaches my lower back, I can't hold back a moan of pleasure.

His thumbs dig into the knots there, working them loose with practiced skill.

“Feel good?” he murmurs.

“Mm, so good,” I mumble into the pillow. “You're amazing.”

He chuckles softly; the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His hands move higher, working across my shoulder blades and up to my neck. I practically purr as he kneads the tight muscles there.

Finally, Alexander's hands leave my skin. I whimper at the loss, but he shushes me gently. “Just getting your brush, little one.”

I comply, stretching languorously as I turn onto my back. My body feels like liquid, boneless and utterly relaxed. Alexander smiles down at me, his green eyes soft with affection. He runs the brush through my tangled curls, working out the knots with infinite patience.

The rhythmic strokes of the brush lull me into a dreamy haze. I float on a cloud of bliss, hyper-aware of every sensation —the softness of the sheets against my skin, the gentle tug of the brush, Alexander's warmth beside me.

When my hair is smooth and tangle-free, Alexander gathers it up with practiced ease. His fingers work quickly, twisting my curls into a loose bun, knowing I hate to sleep with it down.

“There,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “All done.”

I blink up at him, feeling utterly cherished. “Thank you,” I murmur.

Alexander sets the brush aside and slides into bed beside me. I immediately curl into him, nuzzling against his chest. His arms wrap around me, strong and secure.

“Still feeling good? Not faint at all?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear.

“Amazing,” I sigh. “Like I'm floating on a cloud. You take such good care of me.”

His hand strokes up and down my spine, leaving tingles in its wake. “Always, little one. It's my pleasure to take care of you.”

We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, just basking in each other's presence. Despite my body's utter relaxation, I can feel need stirring again. Alexander's skin is warm against mine, his masculine scent filling my senses.

I tilt my head up, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “So,” I murmur, trying to sound casual. “Are you finally gonna fuck me now?”

Alexander's chest rumbles with laughter. “Insatiable little minx,” he growls.

I pout, giving Alexander my best puppy dog eyes. “Please? I promise I can take it. I'm not too tired.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Francesca,” he says, his tone a gentle warning. “We've played plenty tonight. Your body needs rest.”

“But Daddy,” I whine, purposefully using the title I know gets to him. “I need you inside me. Just one more time?”

Alexander's eyes darken, but he shakes his head firmly. “No more tonight, little one. You need to sleep.”

I huff in frustration, wriggling against him. My core aches with need, desperate to be filled again. “You're no fun,” I grumble, knowing I'm pushing my luck but unable to help myself.

His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp smack, making me yelp. “Watch that bratty attitude,” he growls. “Or you'll be sleeping on the floor underneath me.”

I bite my lip, torn between arousal at his dominance and genuine fear of being sent away, even just a few feet away. “I'm sorry,” I mumble, nuzzling into his chest. “I just want you so bad.”

Alexander sighs, his hand rubbing soothing circles where he just spanked. “I know, baby girl. And I love how eager you are for me. But part of my job is knowing when to say no, for your own good.”

I nod reluctantly, knowing he's right. My body is exhausted, muscles aching in the most delicious way. But my greedy pussy doesn't seem to care, clenching around nothing.

“How about this,” Alexander says after a moment. “If you can be a good girl and settle down to sleep, I'll let you have my cock inside you all night. But just to rest. No fucking. Can you do that for me?”

My eyes widen at the offer. “Really?” I breathe, already imagining how it would feel to be so intimately connected all night.

He nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Really. But only if you promise to be good and actually sleep. No trying to start anything in the middle of the night.”

“I promise!” I say eagerly. “I'll be so good. Please?”

Alexander chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Alright then. On your side, facing away from me.”

I scramble to comply, settling onto my left side. Alexander spoons up behind me, his broad chest pressed against my back. I feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance and can't help but moan softly.

“Shh,” he soothes, one hand coming to rest on my hip. “Nice and easy now.”

Slowly, oh so slowly, he eases inside me. I whimper at the delicious stretch, my body welcoming him eagerly despite our earlier activities. When he's fully seated, I let out a sigh of happiness.

He groans softly in my ear, his arm tightening around my waist.

Alexander's hand comes up to stroke my head.

The repetitive motion is soothing, and I feel myself starting to melt into his embrace.

“That's it,” he whispers. “Just relax. Let go of everything and rest.”

His deep, rumbling voice washes over me like warm honey. I close my eyes, letting the sound and the gentle touch lull me toward sleep. Alexander's body is a solid warmth at my back, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

As I drift in that hazy space between waking and sleeping, I become intensely aware of every point of contact between us.

His strong thighs pressed against the backs of mine.

One hand splayed possessively across my belly.

His lips brushing the nape of my neck with each exhale.

And of course, his cock, a thick presence inside me.

My last coherent thought before I succumb to slumber is how easy it would be to fall in love with someone like Alexander Steele. No—not would be. How easy it already is.

I drift off with a smile on my face, warm and safe and utterly content.