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“Fuck,” Jasmine responds, her back arching almost painfully. “Ye—yes, I wanted to come.”
“I vaguely remember you begging for it.”
Jasmine throws her arms over her face. “Frankie.”
“Yeah, it sounded something like that,” she replies, and Jasmine feels her smirk against her inner thigh.
“Fuck you,” Jasmine says, with a laugh.
“Sweetheart, I am trying,” she mutters. She kisses her thigh, her lips, her clit, and Jasmine is barely over the last orgasm, but her body is ready for Frankie already. “I am going to make you come again, and again, and again, and again.”
Jasmine blinks uselessly, but the outline of Frankie is still there with every close of her eyelids. “I didn’t register how many you said.”
“Trust me?” Frankie asks.
“Yes,” Jasmine replies. It’s not something she needs to think about. It would be true no matter what Frankie was asking for. Her heart, her body, her mind.
Frankie hums. “I think Aphrodite stole your face.”
Jasmine frowns, sitting up on her elbows. “She’s thousands of years old.”
“So?”
“How did she steal my face?”
Frankie raises her eyebrow. “You’re telling me she’s a goddess with eternal beauty and she can create wars with her face, but she couldn’t pop forwards in time to find one to steal?”
Jasmine rolls her lips. “Did you read Ezra’s and my book of the week?”
Frankie shrugs. “Maybe.”
“I like you so much.”
Frankie smiles. “Wait, gimme a sec and you’ll be in love with me.” Frankie holds her gaze and finally puts her tongue on her. Jasmine might be in love with her by the end of the night, but she’s not sure she wasn’t already.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Hey,”Jasminesays.Frankieblows her whistle, and Jasmine knows she held her phone away, but she still scrunches her nose at the sound.
“Hey, sweetheart,” she calls. The sound of the wind makes it difficult to hear her, but Jasmine doesn’t mind the challenge. “How was your meeting?”
“Ugh,” she replies. There’s a reason Jasmine doesn’t work with large corporations often, but she likes the money, so she’ll suck it up every now and then. Right now, she’s not sure it was worth it, but that will change the moment the money hits. “And there’s traffic, and I feel bad because it’s clearly an accident. I’m stuck on the M25.”
Frankie hums. “That’s still annoying. They didn’t sign?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jasmine replies. She clicks the car half back on so she can roll the window down. She wouldn’t mind sitting here if her family was with her. Lani would be singing. Marcel would be hanging out the window. Frankie would—oh, Frankie would be there too. Jasmine swallows. “I upped my quote as well because they were knobs.”
“I adore you,” Frankie says, then, “I don’t fucking think so, Ezra. To the ground!”
Jasmine smiles. She misses her, and she saw her last night. Well, she saw her through tired blinks this morning before she had to run out the door. Frankie made breakfast without her having to ask. It was nice. It’s also strange, giving over control. She trusts Frankie. Her kids trust Frankie.
“I can get the kids,” Frankie says.
Jasmine sits up. The car is off, but still, she checks her blind spot.
“What?”
Frankie blows the whistle a little, and Jasmine wants to know whose lunge didn’t hit the floor. She tries to imagine Frankie complaining about it over dinner. The way she furrows her brow and rolls her eyes. It’ll be Bright.
