Page 53 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

She climbed over me until her knees settled on either side of my hips. The satin fell around her thighs as she leaned close.

“It wasn’t.”

Her lips brushed mine and I gripped her waist, holding her above the evidence of how badly I wanted to prove that again. She kissed me slowly. Her tongue glided against mine as her breasts pressed into my chest. My hand traveled beneath her gown. Frankie lifted her mouth before I reached my destination.

“I have to get Malik.”

“What time?”

“His father is bringing him home around four.”

“It’s seven thirty.”

“I need to shower, get dressed, go home, and prepare myself for the interrogation.”

“What interrogation?”

“My mother and my friends.”

I slid my hand over her ass. “You don’t have to tell them anything.”

“Oh, I won’t have to. Naomi will take one look at me and know. And if she knows, Journey will know before lunch.”

“Christian may already know.”

Frankie pulled back. “You told him?”

“No.”

“Then how would he know?”

“He’s my brother. He knew I was taking you to dinner, and he knows you haven’t left yet.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How does he know that?”

“He texted me at six this morning.”

“Why?”

“To ask if I was awake.”

“Why would he ask that at six in the morning?”

“Because he’s nosy.”

She laughed and climbed off me. “And Naomi is probably lying in bed beside him collecting information.”

“She won’t get any from me.”

“Good.”

Frankie stood beside the bed and pulled her nightgown down. The black satin settled over her curves, tempting me to abandon every sensible decision I had made. She caught me staring and licked her lips. I grabbed her, and she squealed as I sat her on my dick.

“Ooooooh….” We moaned simultaneously.

“I couldn’t resist,” I murmured, lifting her hips and plunging into her pussy underneath her.

“Thank you for not resisting. I must have lost my mind.”