The Worst Best Man(73)



“Is something wrong?” Aiden asked, nudging her chin up to look at him.

“There was, but now there isn’t,” she said firmly.

“Can I ask what?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. It’s better that you just go with it.”

“Then that’s what I’ll do.” He grabbed her wrist and towed her back to his desk where he spread the sandwich out on the bag. Hot roast beef, and was that a whiff of horseradish?

“I had them leave the onions off in case you had meetings today,” Frankie said. She was back to chewing on her lower lip.

“Do I have to share this with you, or am I good to inhale the entire thing?” he asked, keeping the tone light.

“Inhale away. I had a turkey panini and watched Pru choke down six pounds of kale.”

“How are the newlyweds?” he asked.

“Glowing like all the lights in Paris,” Frankie sighed and perched on the edge of his desk. “She looks great and says Chip’s eye is all healed. Is The Oak Leaf at eight good for you?”

He would rearrange whatever it took to clear his schedule. Oscar would whine about the last-minute changes, but Aiden finally had a social occasion that trumped any business.

“That’s fine,” he promised.

“There’s one more thing,” she said. Frankie was watching him closely. “Is it okay if I stay the night at your place? Since I’m already here and all—”

“I’d love that,” he said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. His blood was already roaring through his veins with the thought of Franchesca naked on his bed. Franchesca eating breakfast at his table. Franchesca lounging on his couch or arguing with him over something in his office.

He didn’t know what had caused this abrupt about-face, but he was grateful.

She glanced at her watch. “I should probably head out soon. I’m meeting Pru and we’re going shopping.”

Aiden reached for his wallet and stopped when Frankie pressed her stilettoed foot to his chest. It gave him a direct line of sight up her skirt. “I can buy my own dinner dress, Kilbourn.”

He didn’t know whether to be incredibly turned on with the heel pressing into his pec or annoyed that, once again, she was rejecting him. He decided it was okay to be both.

“Fuck it. Franchesca, this is the one thing I have to offer you, and when you refuse it, it cuts at me.”

“Aiden!” she gasped his name in shock and some anger if he wasn’t mistaken.

Damn it. Why did he have to open his mouth? It never paid to show someone your vulnerability.

Frankie moved her shoe and surprised him by sliding onto his lap. “You think your wallet and your cock are the only reasons I’d be with you?”

He felt his cock thicken at her words. He knew she had to feel him lengthening under her, her skirt pushed up around her hips.

“Do you think that?” she asked again. Those eyes were more blue than green here under the office lights. And they tore at pieces of his soul.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.” Yes.

“Then I haven’t done a very good job at being your girlfriend,” she sighed. She gripped him by the tie, and he went fully hard under her.

“New deal, Aide. I’m not doing all the taking anymore. Starting now.”

She slid off his lap, and he was still reaching for her when she shoved his chair away from the desk.

When her fingers met his belt buckle, the breath left his body, and he seized up like rigor mortis. “What… we can’t… what if…”

All thoughts and corresponding words left his brain with the last ounce of blood that plummeted to his aching cock. How could one woman make him feel this free, this terrified?

In seconds, she had his cock freed from his pants. “Are you sure your man out there will keep people out?” Frankie asked. But she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at his erection that she held firmly in her hand.

Aiden couldn’t even find the words to answer her, and Frankie didn’t seem to need them because she was opening her mouth and slicking her tongue over his dick from root to sensitive crown.

He crashed back against his chair and watched in fascination as she did glorious things to his dick with her mouth.

“I want to touch you,” he gritted out when she took him to the back of her throat.

“Mmm, tonight. For now, this is just for you.” Frankie focused her mouth on things much more important than words.

She was slick and hot, and the feel of bottoming out against the back of her throat nearly did him in.

In ecstasy, Aiden’s head fell back against the leather cushion of his chair. She was pumping him with her fist and using her mouth, a heady combination. He’d walked into this room frustrated and tired, and in seconds, she’d turned his entire day around.

Her tongue did something particularly insane to the tip of his dick, and he felt his balls tightening.

“Franchesca,” he hissed.

“I’ve got you, baby,” she promised, kissing his cock before resuming her attention with her mouth. She was no longer languid with her strokes. No. Frankie was hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard enough that he saw stars.

He couldn’t close his eyes though. He wanted this vision of her on her knees in front of him sucking him off. Wanted it forever.

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