The Worst Best Man(101)
This is what had been missing. This is what he would never again do without.
He curled grunting softly through every wrenching spurt, raining kisses on the bare skin of her back. “My beautiful Franchesca. You’re mine now.”
“Pretty sure I was before you filled me up with a gallon of your super sperm in your mother’s cigar room.” He slapped her lightly on the ass. And, liking the sound and her squirmy reaction, did it once more.
“Music room,” he corrected.
“Whatever. From now on, I dub this room the secret party orgasm room.”
Aiden slowly pulled out of her and watched his come drip out of her, wet and hot on her thighs. He found a box of tissues on a completely impractical secretary desk and returned to her. Franchesca seemed to feel no need to get up and put herself back together. And with her breasts bared, her ass in the air, Aiden was oh so tempted to put his half-hard cock back in her.
“Don’t even think about it, Kilbourn. Clean up in aisle three.”
He cleaned them both—and the floor—as best he could and pulled her underwear back into place. “I want you to spend the rest of the night with my come inside you.”
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Chapter Fifty-Three
Their bliss lasted until Monday morning.
Franchesca steamed past reception, leaving the staff staring after her.
When Oscar rose from his desk, she shook her head.
“He better be in there, and no one better interrupt us,” Frankie said, stabbing a finger at him.
Oscar bobbed his head. “Yes, ma’am!”
She heaved open the door and marched inside, ignoring the delighted expression on Aiden’s face. He wasn’t allowed to be delighted. He should be shaking in his boots.
She dropped her iPad on the desk in front of him with the offending article.
“You can’t just buy a company because some guy was mean to me!”
Aiden’s gaze flicked down to the headline and back up.
“Mean to you? Franchesca, he put his hands on you.”
“So, you bought his company and fired him?”
“He’s lucky I didn’t do more than that.”
“Don’t put me in the middle of your pissing contest. Some guy thought he could beat you, so you ruin him?”
“Some guy thought he could touch you, drag you away from your work, and insult you, and I’m supposed to do what? Nothing?”
Frankie flopped down in the leather visitor’s chair. Gio had called her on her way into work to tell her he always liked Aiden and approved of his methods. She’d only been at her desk long enough to corroborate the story before she took a personal day and rode the train downtown in a fit of rage.
She scrolled through more of the article.
“Oh, my God. He checked into rehab?”
Aiden looked so unconcerned with the fact that he’d ruined a man’s life, Frankie was aghast.
“You’re not going to convince me that I should have left him alone,” he said coolly. “And I’m not the only one. Your brothers—”
“If you agree with my brothers, then we have a problem. They’re idiots.”
“They have your back, and so do I.”
“You took it too far, Aiden!” Frankie rose and paced his office.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you he’s a systemic harasser? That he’s paid off previous accusers? That his company was weeks away from bankruptcy, and all those people would have lost their jobs?”
She flopped back down in the chair again, suddenly exhausted.
“You and I, Franchesca? We’re in this together. We belong to each other. And if someone comes after you, they will live to regret it. I expect the same courtesy from you.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “So I’m just supposed to say thank you?”
The door to Aiden’s office flew open. Ferris Kilbourn strode in with Oscar hot on his heels.
“I need a word with you,” Ferris announced, zeroing in on Aiden behind the desk.
“Sorry,” Oscar mouthed to Frankie.
“Why in the hell would you get tangled up in a mess like Goffman’s company?” Ferris demanded slapping down a newspaper where Frankie had only minutes earlier dumped her tablet. “You’re not thinking with your brain, son.”
Aiden rose and buttoned his jacket.
Oscar inched out of the room and quietly closed the door.
“If you think I’m going to let you throw away everything this family has built over a girl—”
Frankie cleared her throat and rose from her chair.
“If you have a problem with the way Aiden is running the company, maybe you shouldn’t have dumped it on him,” she snapped.
“Don’t insert yourself in family business, Franchesca,” Ferris said coolly.
“You’ll watch how you speak to her,” Aiden snapped, his voice was cold enough that Frankie shivered.
“You don’t have the luxury of dabbling in pet projects, Aiden. You have a legacy to fulfill. People are counting on you. I’m counting on you.”