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His harsh words only made her pussy clench, and she moaned as the coil of pleasure inside her tightened. Pressing harder against her clit, her movements grew more desperate, more frantic as she raced for her pleasure before he found his.

Finally, that coil snapped, flooding her veins with molten hot pleasure just as his cock swelled in her mouth, his cum pouring down her throat as she instinctively swallowed. Shuddering as another wave of pleasure racked her, she closed her eyes and sucked at the softening length in her mouth.

“Fuck, baby.” Holden’s moan nearly had her ready to come again as his hips flexed against her lips. “Come here.”

Pulling free of her mouth, he bent and scooped her up with an ease that never failed to thrill her and carried her over to a deep leather couch at the opposite end of the room. With her cradled gently in his arms, he stretched out on the leather, holding her on top of him as he pulled a soft blanket over both of them.

For a long while, they simply lay there, snuggled together beneath the warmth of the throw, his large hand rubbing slow circles over her back as their breathing returned to normal.

“How are you feeling, little siren?” His voice was far gentler than it had been during the scene, and the tenderness nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Shifting on top of him, she folded her hands on his chest, resting her chin on top of them as she grinned down at him. “I feelamazing. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Hmmm.” Despite his attempts to look stern, his lips twitched as he gave her ponytail a gentle tug. “And did you learn your lesson about trying to boss your Daddy around?”

Heat crept into her cheeks. “You’re always telling me I should communicate my needs.”

“As you should.Respectfully. The next time you try to goad me into something during a scene, I will fuck that tight little asshole of yours and you won’t be allowed to come for a week. Am I making myself clear, Francesca?”

“Crystal, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone too quickly for her to identify it. Though if she had to take a guess, she would have said it almost looked like… regret.

She should ask. There was obviously something wrong, but she was loath to burst the little bubble of happiness currently enveloping them.

Besides, he wouldn’t keep anything truly important from her, not for very long anyway. That was one thing she’d come to trust about him, even when they’d been broken up. Holden Prescott did not hold back when it came to the people he cared about.

So if he didn’t think it was worth bringing up right now, then she was willing to follow his lead. Tomorrow was soon enough for whatever had put that little flicker in his eyes. Tonight, she was his good girl, and that was all that mattered.

Chapter16

Frankie

Rolling onto her back the next morning, Frankie groaned as all the aches and twinges from the night before made themselves known. She wouldn’t trade her evening with Holden for anything, but in the harsh light of day she could admit that maybe she’d pushed him—and herself—a little too hard.

Before she could force her aching muscles out of bed and into a hot shower that would hopefully help those aches and pains, her phone buzzed on the nightstand beside her. She picked it up, her heart slamming against her ribcage at the sight of her father’s face on the screen.

Why the hell was he calling? Had he heard about her getting kicked out of med school? She’d known it would only be a matter of time before her parents figured it out, but she’d hoped to have a little while longer before she had to confront them.

She spent so long lying there, debating whether she should answer the call or not, it rolled to voicemail. Relief swept over her, but it was short-lived. A second later, the phone buzzed again, and she found herself once more staring at her father’s stern face on her screen.

Stop being such a baby, Frankie. Legares aren’t scared of anything. Not even other Legares.

Pushing herself up in the bed, she dragged in a deep breath and hit the button to answer his call. “Hi, Dad.”

“Francesca. Where the hell are you?”

Never in her life, even when she’d had to quit the track team her senior year because of her eating disorder, had she heard her father sound so furious. Fear froze her in place, and she had to swallow twice before she could find her voice to answer him. “Um. At a friend’s house.”

“When were you planning to tell us you got kicked out of school? Do you realize how fucking embarrassed your mother and I are?”

Anger began to work its way past the fear. “Why would you be embarrassed? You’re not the ones who got kicked out.”

“No, but we had to hear about it at brunch this morning. Dean Michaels was there, and he asked how you were doing, in front of all our friends. How could you humiliate us like this?”

Tears burned in her eyes. There was no concern for her, for how she was doing, nothing. Just for her parents and theirreputation. “I wasn’t trying to humiliate you.”

“Well, whether you were trying to or not, you certainly succeeded. Tomorrow morning, we are going down to the school together to work this mess out. You had better hope we’re able to get you back into classes, or you’re completely cut off.”

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