Page 54 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

My laughter turned into a growl as I slow stroked her. My body was a furnace now, with pleasure building in my gut the more she soaked me. I grabbed the nape of her neck, and her mouth dropped to mine. Our kiss was intentionally deep. Hungry without hesitation.

“I could lose control in this pussy,” I murmured.

“Please, do whatever you want.”

“Don’t tell me that.”

“Why?” She rode me faster. “Don’t you want to?”

I moaned as we fucked harder, deeper, our moans turning into praises. It didn’t take long for us to come, together this time, as our arousal was too heavy to hold back.

“Oooooh, Elijah…”

“Frankie…”

Our bodies pulsed, our lips fused, and our arms were tight around each other.

“I’m such a bad girl,” she said.

“Yes, you are.”

“You’re such a bad boy.”

“Yes,” I drawled. “I am.” I licked her lips, then lifted her and headed to the shower.

I left her on the shower floor after fucking her against the shower wall. I couldn’t apologize for my hunger, and I wouldn’t because I wasn’t sorry.

Frankie entered the kitchen twenty-five minutes later, wearing leggings, a fitted shirt, and the same gold hoops from the night before. The overnight bag sat near the stairs, packed and ready.

I placed a plate of French toast, turkey sausage, and fruit on the island.

Her eyes moved over the food. “You did all this while I showered?”

“It doesn’t take long.”

“It does when I do it.”

“You’re welcome.”

She sat on the stool and reached for the warm syrup. “Thank you.”

I set a mug of tea beside her.

She looked inside. “How did you know I wanted tea?”

“You told the waiter last night that coffee makes you jittery.”

Her gaze lifted to mine.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“That look isn’t nothing.”

“It’s just…” She wrapped both hands around the mug. “You pay attention a lot.”

“Yes.”