Page 46 of Tempting Frankie
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.
Chapter 16
Francesca
