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My phone ringsas I let myself into my hotel room later that week. Despite the way my trip started, I’ve had the best few days with Chloe. We agreed not to tell her the plan, not to get her hopes up, until we know how everything will fall into place. And as she’s done since we’ve been so far apart, the girl has clung to me all week. We loitered in cafés and had chocolate-stuffed croissants with espressos. She ordered crème brûlée from a different restaurant every night, then gave a detailed critique of each one, her comparisons becoming more in-depth and elaborate as the days went on. She accompanied me to the fashion show and proudly told me what she thought the up-and-coming trends would be. I couldn’t fight back a smile at her theories and supporting arguments. The girl has an eye for it. Although Cynthia has a lot to do with that, I can’t help the bubble of pride welling in me, because I do too.
But it’s been a long week, and I’m exhausted.
When Frank’s name flashes across the screen, I know it can only be for one thing.
“I didn’t realize we’d gotten to the phone sex stage, but I can get behind it,” I tease as I slip my shoes off and balance the phone between my ear and my shoulder.
Truth be told, I could use an orgasm or two after this week. As much as I relish the time with my daughter, the knowledge of what I’ll face when I get home has weighed heavily on me. So has the constant voice in my head reminding me that I’ll have to leave Chloe for months before we can get her moved back to the States.
If anyone can get my mind to go completely blank, it’s Frank. Fucking my brother’s best friend on the regular takes expert-level mind-numbing capabilities. The first time, I felt bad about it. But now? Now I don’t think at all.
“Cat, where are you?” he says in his no-nonsense tone.
“’Bout to take off my clothes and get into bed. Give me five minutes and I’ll call you back.”
Frank sighs. “Thank fuck. You need to get a flight home.”
“What?”
“It’s your grandfather. He’s had a stroke.”
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DÉJÀ VU BY OLIVIA RODRIGO
Cat
“Your brother is flying in tonight,” Frank says as we stand side by side clutching cups of coffee and looking out at the view from my office. It’s been three weeks since I threw everything I had with me into my suitcase and hustled to the airport. Three weeks of sitting by his hospital bed, getting him set up in a rehabilitation facility, dealing with my overbearing grandmother and her comments on my attire, on my lack of a husband, basically anything she could say to me that would distract herself from the seriousness of my grandfather’s situation. I’mexhausted.
Now Cash is flying home for good.Someonehas to take over the family company since Carter isn’t interested, Chase is too young, and I don’t have any experience when it comes to James Liquors, the whiskey company my family is known for.
Thank God my father hasn’t shown up. I wouldn’t put it past him to do something insane with my grandfather laid up in the hospital.
Cash can’t get here fast enough. Even if it means that this thing between Frank and me has to end.
I turn and study him. His face is stoic. The light freckles that pepper his skin do nothing to soften his expression. His green eyes are hard and focused on the view in front of us. As is his scruff-covered jaw.
I’m a tall woman with plenty of curves, but Frank makes me feel small. He’s built to protect, and he’s always done that. Since he left the military last year and returned to Boston, he’s been by my side. I think in part because Cash was in Nashville, and other than my brother, I’m the only family he has. Had. Because now we’ve gone and screwed that up.
“I know. I told him I’d meet him for dinner.”
Frank turns to face me. “We can’t…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to.
I slip the cup of coffee from his hand and set mine beside his on my desk. “We absolutely can’t,” I agree. “Not after today,” I whisper.
His lips curl, and before I know it, his hand is on my neck. He presses me against the window and slides his knee between my legs, drawing them apart. “Last time,” he grits out, and then his lips hit my clavicle.
I moan as his hot tongue works circles against my skin. “Last time.”
Frank slips a hand up my skirt and finds my clit, circling gently while blowing hot breath on my neck, just the way I like it. By the time he slides two fingers inside me, I’m writhing against his palm, already chasing my impending orgasm. “That’s it, Princess. Fuck my hand, and then I’m going to fuck that ass one last time.”
I pulse from his words alone and have to bite my bottom lip to hold back my sounds.
Frank doesn’t ease up. He continues working me until I can’t hold back any longer and I sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming. I’m so lost in my orgasm I don’t hear the door, but when I open my eyes, a set of cold blue irises I haven’t seen in over a decade are locked on me. A set of lips I haven’t felt on my skin since college are parted, as if their owner is at a complete loss for words. I push against Frank, but he doesn’t get the message. Instead, he says, “One more, Princess. Give me one more, and then I’ll take that ass.”
“The fuck you will,” Jay snarls from across the room, his anger a force I can feel like a chill setting into my bones. One so frigid I don’t think I’ll ever shake the cold that just swept through my body.
Thirteen fucking years, and this is how I run into him for the first time. What the actual fuck?
