Frankie heard Rafe groan as he threaded his fingers through her hair. His thrusts were shallow, but had her lips meeting her fingers. If the angle had been better, she would have positioned herself to deep throat him. Maybe next time.

Maybe?

The thought had her pausing for a moment, and he bumped the back of her throat with the head of his cock. She broke away and coughed, fighting back the urge to throw up.

He continued thrusting in her hand for a moment before he realized what had happened. He tugged her hair until she looked up at him. “You okay?”

She swallowed, and took a few breaths. Her dinner managed to stay down.

“Yeah. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

He reached down and she took his hand as she scrambled off the recliner. He led the way down the hall to where his bedroom was. Like the living room, the furnishings were sparse, but this felt a little more lived in with clothes hanging out of a hamper and disheveled blankets on the bed.

Rafe pulled the covers and top sheet from the bed. As she had earlier, Frankie took command and pushed him from behind, directing him to sit down. Once he was seated, she kicked his legs open and sank to her knees in front of him.

She didn’t bother with preliminaries. Relaxing her throat muscles, she didn’t stop until her nose hit the hardness of his abs. He fell back on the bed, giving her even more access to him. She rested her hands on his inner thighs and fucked him with her mouth. Fluttering her tongue, she sucked on him. Salty drops of pre-come hit her tastebuds. She scraped her fingers along the gorgeous delineation of muscle on his hairy thighs.

Sighing even as she continued her ministrations, she gave herself over to the feeling of the moment. He was hers to do with as she wished. She controlled him. Moving her one hand between his legs, she cupped his balls and massaged them. He tried to pull out, but she followed him with her mouth. He was going to give everything to her. Every last drop.

“I’m going to come.” His words were tight, as if torn from him.

Her only response was to suck even harder.

He shouted and she looked up his body through her eyelashes. His head was thrown back, and she could see the outline of every single muscle between cock and throat.

As she hummed, he began spurting into her mouth. She continued sucking until he was wrung out. His cock twitched as she let it slip from her lips. What she hadn’t been able to swallow stuck to him, and she licked him clean. He let out shuddering breaths, unable to do more. Before letting him go completely, she sank her teeth into his inner thigh, near where it met the base of his cock, and marked him as hers. Another bead of come spurted out.

Satisfaction filled her like it never had before. She had him at her complete mercy thanks to the magical wonders of her pussy and mouth.

She licked the last of her tribute from him.

Standing, she ignored the trickle of her own arousal moving from her aching lips to her thigh. He stirred on the bed and opened his eyes. They were still glazed with arousal, but his cock told the truth as it relaxed down onto his thigh.

“Sleep?”

“No. I’ve got to get home.”

He must have seen how much she ached to be filled again as he waved his hand. “Come here.”

“Nope. Thanks for the fuck.” She turned and headed out the bedroom door.

She underestimated his recuperative powers as he was on her before she’d passed the bathroom in the hall.

“We’re not done.”

Turning in his arms, she lifted one brow, deliberately provoking. “I need to go home.”

“I haven’t had my mouth on you. Only fair that I reciprocate that phenomenal blow job.”

He should have been questioning his name with the way she’d left him on the bed, not this commanding presence that had her trapped with her back against a wall. God, she was even more turned on and wished his cock could recuperate as fast as his mind.

She glanced down and saw it remained flaccid between his legs, though she thought she detected some twitching as if it were trying its best to rise to the occasion. “It doesn’t look like you’re up to the job.”

One of his hands moved from the wall to between her legs where he easily thrust three fingers into her.

Her breath caught.

He moved his fingers, not saying a word, but staring intently into her eyes. His fingers crooked and she whimpered as the tips of his fingers stroked against a sensitive spot in her sheath. Pleasure began pulsing out from her center. She wanted to close her eyes, hide from him, but she refused to give into the temptation. He was hers to control.

“Give it to me. Make me come.” If she commanded, he had to obey.

He sank to his knees, his fingers still inside her. With his other hand, he lifted her leg and brought it over his shoulder. She was wide open to his every ministration. She balanced herself with her hands on his head and dug her fingers into his scalp.

Instead of going directly for her clit, he feathered kisses along her lips as he continued to thrust his hand in and out of her. Every time his mouth came close to her clit, he blew on it. The air heated by his body cooled as it passed over hers, adding to the tension building inside her.

Her legs began to buckle, but instead of using his hands to steady her, he latched onto her clit and began sucking. Timing each move of his mouth to that of his fingers, he had her crying for relief.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she strained for release. The orgasm, when it came, crashed into her.

She shuddered, trying to remain upright, but knew she did so only because his mouth had her pinned to the wall.

Aftershocks racked her body. She lost track of time as she waited for them to subside. The sensations finally faded enough that she could feel the light licks of his tongue on her most sensitive flesh. It was if he were trying to comfort her.

When he pulled away, she wanted to curl up into a ball on the floor and never leave. She forced her muscles to obey and managed to stay standing.

He looked up, and she saw her fluids coating his face, making his scruff glisten. His grin was devilish. Temptation incarnate.

She forced the words she knew she had to say past her lips. “Good job.”

That wiped the smile from his lips. “Come back to bed?”

“Like I said earlier, I need to go.” If her legs would carry her.

He must have read the resolve in her face because he stood even as he shook his head. “You’re stubborn.”

“And you’re a good lay. We should do this some other time.” What? What the fuck was she saying? She should leave him wanting her so much, and not getting her, that he would be driven crazy.

“Give me your number.”

Mentally smacking herself, she shot a glance up at him as she grabbed her panties and jeans from the floor. “Give me yours and I’ll send you a message.”

He went into his kitchen and she heard the clink of glasses followed by the faucet running. She was fully dressed except for her shoes and socks when he came back in with a filled glass in each hand. He passed one over, and she accepted. She downed the water as she would a shot.

She placed the glass on the floor and hunted for her socks. One was sticking out from under the recliner, but the other seemed to have disappeared. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his foot sliding against the floor and moving behind his leg. Turquoise cotton peeked out from under his large foot.

Her shoes were between him and the door. Should she forget the sock and just get the hell out of there?

No.

Her sock. Her rules. Hers to command.

She walked over and stopped in front of him with minimal inches to spare. “Give me my sock.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Think of it as an excuse to come back.”

She gripped his stirring cock in her hand. As it began to harden, she watched the blood rush down his body. “If I come back, this is all the excuse I need. Understand me?”

He nodded and kicked her sock away from him. Acknowledging the concession, she lightly squeezed him before letting go. She bent down for the sock, her hip brushing against the head of his cock. He let out a groan, but she ignored it as she put her socks on and went for her shoes. She really needed to explore this need to dominate him.

She retrieved her phone from her bag. “What’s your phone number?”

“What?”

“Your phone number. Give it to me.”

He rattled off a set of numbers. Good thing he’d long ago memorized it as it was clear he wasn’t processing anything other than what his cock demanded of him.

In this contest, however, her will won. She opened the door and headed out. She was halfway down the hall when she heard the door open again.

“Frankie.”

She turned around, but continued walking toward the elevator. He was full-on naked and cock waving in the air. “What?”

“Call me.”

“Maybe.”

“Please.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, zoomed in and clicked a quick photo, then waved and hurried down the hall to where she could hear the chime of the elevator.

As she ran down the hall, she passed a couple eating ice cream cones. In the distance, she heard Rafe’s door shut. She managed to stick her hand in the elevator door before it closed all the way. The sensor stopped it and had it reopening. No one was waiting. Thank, Christ. She hit the button for the lobby and collapsed against the wall. Instead of going down, however, it continued up.

She didn’t care.

Closing her eyes, she focused on recentering herself. That had been way more intense than she’d expected. She pulled out her phone and opened the photo app. God, he was pretty. She should hate him even more for making her want him, but her body craved a return to that den of sin.

Her finger hovered over the delete button, but she couldn’t do it. Instead, she opened the message app and texted Rose and Julia to let them know she was heading home.

R: Done already?

F: Shut it.

R: Be prepared to share *everything*!

She sent back the emoji with the tongue sticking out and turned off her phone. Once she was outside, she drew in a deep breath. Maybe without pheromones clouding her mind, she could think objectively about this.

It was supposed to have only been a way to exorcise her anger about his employer with him as a convenient avatar. Instead, it had turned into something much bigger. Something she wasn’t sure she could handle.

As she headed home on the train, she let her thoughts wander to the surprisingly easier-to-handle looming disaster of what to do with her professional future.