Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 108165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
A quick shower, and he’s back to his front window.
It’s not that she’s his whole world, but his world is better with her in it. His fingers itch to touch her, caress her soft curves, make her sing.
“She’ll be here.” Frankie laughs, sliding her arms around his waist and resting her cheek on his back.
Jackson blows out a long breath and turns in her arms. “She should have been here hours ago.” He’s visibly tense and jittery.
Again, Frankie chuckles. “Patience.”
He frowns. “Is all of your stuff unpacked?”
“Yes. It’s official. I’m jobless and shacking up with my boyfriend.”
His nose still wrinkles when she uses the word boyfriend.
Frankie finished her year contract with the university and spent months in therapy. They racked up many airline miles with bi-weekly visits.
“And you’ve never been happier.” He kisses her forehead.
“Not true. I’ll be happier when you stop worrying. What if we steal a couple of grandbabies? They’ll keep your mind off—”
“Can’t. Slade took them to some indoor gym or play space. They won’t be back until after lunch.”
Frankie’s lips twist. “So … if I’m hearing you correctly, what you’re saying is for the next three or so hours, there’s a zero percent chance of little ones barging in on us?” Her fingers work the button of his jeans.
He stops her.
Frankie’s jaw drops. “Seriously? Are you telling me no?”
“No. I’m telling you…” He turns them 180 degrees “…I need to face the window when we do this.” He lifts her dress over her head. She’s wearing nothing else. God … he loves all the beautiful things about this woman. She gets him.
“I fear you love her more than you love me.”
Jackson flits his gaze out the window for a quick check before looking at her and smirking. “Jealous?” He lowers to his knees, holding her hips.
She laces her fingers through his hair and tugs it. “I’ve made her my bitch, while I’m pretty certain you are still her bitch. So no … I’m not jealous.”
He hums, and Frankie’s hands press to the window behind her. They’re hidden in a wooded lot, but her driver will get quite the view when she arrives. And Frankie should care, but Jackson knows she’s missing the gene for modesty. Besides, he’s great at multitasking. He can do this and keep an eye out for her.
“Jack …” Frankie’s head rests against the window while he spreads her legs wider, while his tongue and fingers work with great enthusiasm to pleasure her. “Don’t … fucking … stop …”
He doesn’t stop but unbuttons his jeans, pulls down the zipper, and releases his dick, slowly stroking it.
Frankie tips her chin and bites her bottom lip for a second. “I love it when you do that.”
He’s flattered. Really. The day will never come when he doesn’t want to please her in every way. However, this is less about her and more about him.
Does he want to have sex with her? Of course.
Is time of the essence? Unfortunately.
He’s forced to move things along a little quicker so that nothing tragic happens, like … he’s on the verge of blowing his wad just as she arrives, and he’s forced to choose between two of his favorite women. Today, it might not be Frankie, and he’s only a little sorry about it.
“Not yet!” Frankie protests, on the verge of her orgasm, when Jackson stands, lifts her with her back pressed to the window, and drives into her.
“What the fuck …” she’s angry but still chasing that orgasm “…was that?”
He kisses her to shut her up and because he loves kissing her. He’s close. So close to release.
Best day ever!
His hand squeezes her breast. She moans, and that’s nearly all it takes. Nearly … Then he hears screeching brakes and knows it’s her.
“Don’t you dare!” Frankie grips his shirt. He’s never seen her this desperate. And it’s so damn sexy, but … but … she’s here!
He drops Frankie to her feet like a hot potato, tucks himself into his jeans, and flies out the door just as the truck backs into the driveway. Today marks the official day that his life is absolutely perfect. Finally, all of his women are home and safe.
“Easy,” Jackson warns while the men unload Black Beauty in all her glory.
As he leads them to the house, he sees Frankie, and the day becomes a little bittersweet because three months from now, when she’s still withholding sex from him, he’ll be forced to look back upon this day and wonder if thirty more seconds with his mouth between her legs would have made all the difference in the world. But it’s too late. He’ll never know.
“I see my bitch made it,” Frankie says between clenched teeth.
Jackson ignores her while showing the men where to put Beauty.
“Are we tuning it?” one of the men asks as they unwrap her and attach her legs.