Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Except that I can’t stay still any longer. The crescendo of my lust overtakes me, forcing me into action. I draw my hips back, feeling her slip away. Then I thrust back down again, covering my shaft with her juices.
“Frankie!” she cries out.
I don’t care if anyone hears us. We’re all adults in this household, and the worst I’ll get is a few subtle jokes. I’m going to ride her like there’s no tomorrow, like the only thing that matters is our love.
The headboard smacks against the wall as our flesh comes into contact again. I lose myself to the pursuit of pleasure. I only want her, nobody else. She’s the one I’ve been waiting for.
The harder I thrust, the more intense my desire becomes. Soon, I can’t see straight, and I have to close my eyes to rely on my more primitive senses. A moment later, Sofia cries out. I feel her walls tighten around me with a pulsing rhythm that signals her climax.
She grips me with an intensity that sends me over the edge. Stretched out beneath me, her body relaxes, its seductive contours available for whatever I have planned. But I’m too close to my release to be creative. Instead, I drill my cock deep and rejoice as the climax floods my body. In one blinding instant, I shatter, emptying me of all the anxiety and troubles I’ve been holding onto.
I collapse on top of her, fighting for breath. She puts one slick hand on my shoulder blade, the touch warm and intimate. The air cools us, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. I kiss her cheek, not even noticing that my verbal expression of love has gone unanswered.
I fall into her embrace, leaving myself attached until nature calls. I slide out of her slick heat, gripping my manhood gently as I head for the bathroom. After taking care of business, I return to bed to find Sofia nearly asleep.
Quietly, I ease the covers back and guide her into the safety of the blankets before lying down beside her. Scooping her into my arms, I hold her until I fall asleep.
CHAPTER 24
SOFIA
Everything happened so fast. I need to take a moment to allow the reality of my situation to sink in. Frankie’s words come back to me as if from a dream. He said he loved me. And I can’t return the sentiment.
I feel almost nauseous that I slept with him, although not because I didn’t enjoy it. I allowed myself to get carried away, to focus on the moment and forget all my plans. I’ve done a disservice to Danny, making love to the son of the man who killed him. I’ve also put my career in jeopardy. If anyone finds out that I slept with my key informant, I’ll be laughed out of the newsroom altogether.
I’m going to have to keep this night a secret from Mr. Harlan. I don’t even have a small article to put on his desk, and I’m no closer to finding proof of Francisco Corello’s culpability. I inhale deeply, willing my mind to calm down.
What’s done is done. I had sex, and I enjoyed it. Honestly, I might even do it again if the situation calls for it. But of course, that would all be pointless if Frankie finds out what I’m up to.
I wonder how hurt he’ll be, on a scale of one to ten. Most guys wouldn’t care. He got to home base, so there’s really no need to pretend anymore. But I know Frankie’s not like that. Not only does he care, but he loves me. Both his words and his actions made that clear.
I wish there were some alternate reality where Danny didn’t die, and I could fall in love with Frankie. He’s so sweet and attentive. There’s really nothing about him that I don’t like. If only he wasn’t the son of a mafia don. If only we were two journalism colleagues who were free to explore our feelings for each other. Then my heart might not feel so heavy.
After twenty minutes, I hear Frankie’s breathing level off. I realize that I’m in a perfect position to do some reconnaissance. The seduction was real. I didn’t plan to make love to Frankie or to spend the night. But since I’ve crossed that threshold, an amazing opportunity has presented itself. If I can manage to get up and get my clothes without waking Frankie, I can take advantage of my current position to learn more about the Corello family.
I’m here in the lion’s den, with one of the sleeping cubs. It’s late at night and the matriarch of the pack is already asleep. Frankie’s asleep, and I suspect Corello might have turned in as well. There’s only one way to find out, and that’s to go out and look for myself. Who knows what kind of information I could uncover with the whole house to myself.