“First, you’re not a bitch,” he says. I raise a brow and he smirks. “Okay, youcan besometimes but it’s part of your charm. Second, you’re not a lousy lay. I’ve been listening to you fuck yourself with your little vibrator through our shared bedroom wall.”
My eyes widen. “What?” I squeal and push him backwards as I stand from the bed. “You what?”
“It’s not like I put a listening device in your room, Frankie. The walls are thin and, well, you’re kind of loud when you come.” He smirks. Asshole.
“You didn’t think to knock on the wall and let me know that you could hear me?”
Oh my god, if the world could swallow me whole right now, please…
“Why the fuck would I do that? You would have stopped and my nights have never been better than when I get to listen to you.” Emilio walks up to me. “The only thing that could possibly top hearing you scream my name through a wall is being the one to make you scream it. Seeing you come apart beneath me.”
“You see, when you say things like that, I get the idea you’re a lot more experienced than just five people, Emilio.”
“I said five. I didn’t say how many times I fucked any one of those women. Can we stop talking about past people and start focusing on what’s right here? Us.”
“That’s probably a good idea,” I tell him. “I didn’t know I had a jealous streak.” My hands land on Emilio’s shoulders, and I push him backwards until he falls onto the bed. I jump on topof him, something I’ve fantasized about doing for a really long time.
Emilio’s hands grab hold of my hips as I straddle him. My arms wrap around his neck, and then I press my lips to his.
“Mmm, why didn’t I do this years ago?” I murmur against his mouth.
“Better late than never, right?” Emilio says, pulling my body harder against his.
Chapter Nine
I’m not someone who scares easily. Right now, I’m fucking terrified. I have everything I’ve ever wanted sitting right on top of me, and I’m terrified that one wrong fucking move is going to have her running for the door. That fear doesn’t stopme, though. My hands dig into the flesh of her hips as I pull her hard against me. Her pussy rubs along my dick, and I groan into her mouth as I devour every inch of her.
“Mmm, oh, shit,” Frankie moans. Her fingers run through my hair, pulling on the ends and tilting my head up so she can have control of this kiss. Her hips move, rubbing her pussy over my cock.
There’s a knock at the door before the handle jiggles. As if a bucket of ice water has been thrown over us, Frankie jumps off me, falling to the floor on her knees. When I look up to the doorway, I find my father trying to hide a smile.
“Found it.” She stands up, holding an earring. “I lost my earring.”
To my dad’s credit, he keeps a straight face. “I’d buy you a new pair anyway, princesa.”
“I know, but I like these,” Frankie tells him.
“How are you settling in?” Dad looks from me to Frankie, who has put as much space between us as possible. I’d get up but I have a raging boner that I won’t be able to hide if I stand.
“Good,” Frankie says.
“Let me know if you need anything.” My father looks to me. “I need you to go with Elias to pick something up.”
“Be right down.”
With a nod, my dad leaves the room but pushes the door wide open before he does. I can hear his laughter as he walks down the hall.
“Oh my god!” Frankie hisses.
“It’s fine,” I tell her.
“It’s not fine. I feel like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar, eating a delicious snack I’m not supposed to be eating.”
“You can snack on me anytime you want, babe.” I smirk. I make no attempt to hide the fact I have to adjust my pants to cater to my hard-on as I stand.
“I don’t want to know what you’re doing. But can you just… be careful. Don’t tease me with the appetizer before I get to taste the main dish,” Frankie says. “I need that main dish to come back in one edible piece.”
Taking hold of her hand, I pull her towards me. “I’ll be extra careful. See you later. Go and hang out with my mom or Eliana.”