fell forward but kept her legs together, which made her feel even tighter around me. She whimpered and clutched at the edge of the counter as I fucked her harder and faster than I’d intended to, but her ass was so perfect and her pussy so wet and her sounds were making me crazy and the taste of her was still on my tongue and in no time at all I was erupting inside her with the force of a nuclear blast. I felt young and powerful and virile—fucking invincible.
When the spasms subsided, I pitched forward, covering her back with my chest. My pulse was thundering. My body rippled with aftershocks.
“Oh my God.” Frannie shivered. “That was … intense.”
“Yeah.”
“And I can’t believe we did that in your window,” she whispered, bending forward so far her cheek was resting on the edge of the sink. “Someone could have seen.”
“No one saw,” I assured her.
“What about Mrs. Gardner?”
I laughed. “She’d probably be thrilled. She’s always threatening to set me up with a nice young lady that works at her beauty salon.”
“She is?”
“Yeah. She tells me all the time how she was the one who got Stella and Woods together. She’s pretty smug about it.” I carefully tried to disengage myself from her without making a mess, but didn’t have much luck. “Sorry. Let me get you a towel.”
“It’s okay,” she said, scooping up her pants and hurrying for the bathroom. “I just need a minute.”
While she was in the bathroom, I pulled my jeans back on and turned off the kitchen light. Standing there in the silent dark, I got a little nervous that I’d been too rough and demanding with Frannie. Hopefully she wasn’t traumatized. I wasn’t even sure what had possessed me to say that stuff to her in the first place—I’d never really gotten off on sexual power play. But she brought it out in me. Maybe it was the age difference or something.
Or maybe I was just an asshole. Shit.
The bathroom door opened and she tiptoed into the darkened kitchen. “Hi.”
She looked so innocent and sweet, I felt even worse. “Hi. You okay?”
“Of course.”
“Was I too mean?”
“Mean?” She laughed. “No. Why would you say that?”
“I don’t know.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Because you said to stop and I didn’t. I don’t want to be that guy.”
She shook her head. “You’re not that guy, believe me.”
“Good.” I pulled her into my arms, loath to see her go.
“Actually, I like that you got bossy with me. It was hot.” She paused. “Although you owe quite a bit of money to that swear jar over there.”
I twisted her around in my arms, binding her arms tight against her body so she couldn’t escape, and whispered in her ear. “Hush, little girl. If you want to be with me, you’ll have to put up with my dirty mouth.”
She giggled. “You know I like it.”
I groaned. “God, I wish you could stay over. There are so many things I want to do to you.”
“Next time,” she said. “So don’t forget what they are.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I whispered in her ear.
I warmed up her car while she put her boots and coat on, then I walked her down the icy drive, holding her hand in mine.
“You’re not even wearing a coat,” she said, shivering as we carefully made our way toward the street. “You’ll freeze out here.”
“I’m fine,” I told her, watching our breath hit the frigid air in warm white puffs. “But I am sick of this cold.”
“Me too. The snow’s pretty and all, but enough is enough. I wish I could take a vacation.”
“Me too,” I grumbled as we reached the car. “Somewhere hot and sunny.”
“Yes! A beach with miles of white sand. Clear blue water. Tropical drinks with little umbrellas in them.”
“Uh, no way am I drinking anything that comes with a fucking umbrella in it. But the beach sounds nice.” I pulled open the driver’s side door for her.
“Doesn’t it?” She gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s do it. Let’s escape.”
I laughed. “Sure. Somewhere between piano on Tuesdays, ballet on Thursdays, and the mother-daughter fashion show I’ve agreed to be in.”
She burst out laughing. “What? I haven’t heard about that.”
“Millie.” I shook my head. “She asked her mother and her mother said no, so I felt bad and offered to do it.”
“When is it?”
“The weekend after the wedding, I think.”
“That’s so sweet of you.” She hesitated. “If you really don’t want to, I