Page 138 of The Worst Best Man
It wasn’t just sex. It never had been with Franchesca. He loved watching her. He loved their late-night calls to catch up. He loved knowing he was going to see her and enjoying that painful edge of anticipation. He loved…her.
The thought echoed in his head, resonating like the chime of a bell. Resonating like the truth.
People were applauding, but only Frankie existed to him.
He stepped down from the riser his mother had positioned at the end of the grand hall and zeroed in on her. Ignoring the attempts to grab his attention, he reached her and tugged her from her chair.
“Come with me,” he ordered, pulling her from the room into the empty hallway.
“Aide, slow down,” she said breathlessly behind him. He slowed his steps so she could keep up.
“What’s going on down there?” she asked, eyeing his crotch.
Aiden reached down and adjusted his erection that was threatening to tear its way out of his pants.
He turned on her. “This is what you do to me, Franchesca. You eviscerate a reporter, you cross those long, beautiful legs, you order a fucking pizza, and I’m hard.”
“Too bad we’re surrounded by a hundred people who didn’t come to watch a porno,” she said. And then she made a mistake. She reached between them and cupped him through the material of his pants.
He grabbed her by the arm, hard. “Don’t tease me, Franchesca.”
He saw that spark in her eye and recognized it. The woman loved a challenge almost as much as he did. Maybe even more.
“Or what? You’ll punish me?” She dragged her knuckles over the ridge of his cock. “You’ll fuck me? Where would the keynote speaker drag me off to—”
He didn’t let her finish the sentence. He wouldn’t have survived it. Aiden kept his grip on her arm and dragged her down the hall.
She was jogging to keep up with him, her short steps on those heels made her tits bounce against their confinement. If he didn’t find an empty room in the next six seconds, his drycleaner was going to have a serious issue to deal with.
The kitchen and morning room were too open. There was too much traffic. The library was where the bar was and usually drew a small crowd over the course of an evening. But the music room with its glass doors and dark interior? That would work.
He pulled her inside and kicked the door shut behind him.
“Are you gonna lock it?” Franchesca asked, her voice husky.
“There’s no lock,” he said, drawing her across the darkened room to the white Chesterfield sofa. “So, if someone comes in here they’re going to see me fucking you on this couch. They’re going to see your tits bounce every time I drive my dick into you.”
That excited her, that potential for exhibitionism. He saw it in the gleam of her eyes.
She always managed to surprise him.
He balanced her on the rolled arm of the sofa. Aiden reached up behind her neck and in one swift tug untied the halter neck of the dress. It was exactly why he’d bought it for her. That quick access. One hard pull, and her breasts were tumbling into his hands.
They were heavy and caramel tipped, the nipples already budding at just the thought of his mouth on them. He skimmed his thumbs over them and listened to her hiss of breath.
Yes, this was love and need and everything in between. He backed her against the couch and dipped his head to feed, first at one breast and then the other. She clawed at him, slipping her hands under his jacket, raking her nails over the fabric of his shirt.
“I don’t have a condom, Franchesca,” he said, unbuckling his belt.
“I don’t fucking care, Aiden.”
“Be sure,” he warned her. “Because I’m not going to stop.”
Her answer was to grip his cock through his pants with one hand while wrestling with his zipper with the other.
He was hard enough that his cock escaped the confines of his pants on its own and hung heavily toward her. He was going tofeelher tonight. Every sensation would be magnified. Every squeeze of her pussy he’d experience with nothing between them.
He wouldn’t give her foreplay or finesse. Not here. But he would finish her in the room in which he’d suffered through summer time music lessons. He’d pour himself into her and brand her from the inside.
