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Alexander barks out a laugh. “That's cute. But you're not going anywhere tonight.”
My head snaps up. “Excuse me?”
He leans in close, voice low and dangerous. “You heard me.”
A shiver runs through me, equal parts fear and arousal. “You can't just?—”
“Can't what?” he growls, grabbing my chin. “Keep what's mine? Oh baby, you have no fucking idea what I'm capable of.”
His ice-emerald eyes bore into mine, filled with lust and something else I can't quite name. My body traitorously swoons.
“Face it, Francesca,” he purrs, thumb tracing my lower lip. “You don't want to leave any more than I want to let you go. So, tie up your hair and climb into this damn overpriced bed and get a good night’s rest. We’ll talk in the morning.”
“It's not appropriate. You're my ex's dad, for fuck's sake.”
Alexander barks out a laugh. “Sweetheart, I think we left 'appropriate' in the dust when I bent you over that table and fucked you senseless.” His hand cups my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip.
As if to prove his point, his free hand slides down to cup my mound. I gasp as he presses against my still-sensitive slit.
“See?” Alexander smirks. “Already wet for me again. Such a greedy little cunt.”
I whimper, hips rolling into his touch of their own accord. Fuck, he's right. I don't want to leave.
“That's it, baby,” he croons, fingers teasing my slick folds. “Let me take care of you.”
All thoughts of leaving fly out the window as he slides his digits into my pussy. I moan shamelessly, spreading my legs wider.
I’m already going to hell for fucking two members of the same family. Might as well get one more orgasm out of it.
Chapter 7
Alexander
Iwake with the sun, Francesca's soft body pressed against me. Carefully extricating myself, I walk naked toward the suite's entrance, my cock half-hard from morning wood and thoughts of last night.
Picking up the phone on the entry table, I dial room service. “I want a full breakfast spread. Eggs Benedict, French toast, fresh fruit. And every goddamn sandwich on your menu.”
“I'm sorry, sir, but we don't serve lunch items until?—”
“Listen here,” I growl, cutting off the sniveling little prick. “I'm Alexander fucking Steele. I own half this city, including the company that owns this overpriced hotel. Unless you want to explain to your boss why you lost his biggest investor, you'll get me those fucking sandwiches.”
There's a pause, then a meek, “Yes, Mr. Steele. Right away, sir.”
I hang up, smirking. Nothing like throwing my weight around to get the blood pumping.
Turning back to the bedroom, I see Francesca stirring, her body peeking out from under the sheets.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” I call out, striding back to the bed. “I’ve got a big day planned for you.”
Francesca blinks up at me, those big brown eyes still hazy with sleep. Fuck, she looks so good like this. Quiet and content. I know soon enough she’s going to open that mouth of hers and give me a run for my money with her cutting mouth.
My cock twitches, reminding me of all the filthy things I want to do to her and how I should be buried in nirvana right now.
“Come on,” I growl, yanking the sheets off her. “Time to get that sweet ass out of bed. Unless you want to go out smelling like sex, cum and me. I’m not opposed.”
She yelps as I scoop her up, tossing her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her breasts press against my back, and I can't resist giving her butt a firm smack.
“Alexander!” she squeals, squirming in my grip. “Put me down, you brute!”
