Before long, I can feel another orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, and it’s all I can do not to pass out as my pussy clenches with ecstasy. Adrenaline surges through me, my body flooded with electricity and pleasure as he gradually picks up the pace. Soon he’s fucking me hard, and all thoughts of Patrick and revenge have evaporated completely. All I can think about is the euphoria his brother is giving me, and it’s all-consuming.
Frisco’s fingers return to my clit, and it’s not long before I’m coming again, digging my nails into his back and gasping with pleasure.
“Friscoooo!” I scream. “Oh god!”
The sight of me experiencing the ultimate release is what does it for him. “Libby,” he gasps, my name a prayer on his lips, and then he comes inside me, filling my spasming pussy with hot, passionate virility.
We lie there for several seconds, our foreheads touching as we recover in the aftermath of that incredible session. Neither of us says anything right away, too lost in the emotion of what just happened. To be honest, I’m not sure what I should be feeling. Guilt? Nervousness? Anxiety? But instead, I feel completely safe, like I could float away with this man and never return to Earth.
Meanwhile, the handsome CEO leans down and nuzzles my throat, a contrast to his fierce passion just moments ago. When he finally breaks away, his eyes are hooded. “Was that okay?” he asks gently.
“That was better than okay,” I murmur with a smile. “That was incredible.”
“You’re incredible, Libby,” Frisco growls. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that with you.”
I stare at him, my eyes wide.
“Really?” I ask, feeling absurdly shy.
He nods, and there’s no teasing in his expression. “Ever since I met you,” replies, “I’ve wanted you. It was wrong, but you can’t help but feel what you feel.”
My cheeks flame redder than they have all night, and I duck my head. Frisco gazes down at me for another moment, chuckling, before sitting up and pulling out of me. His enormous member emerges, glistening with our combined fluids, and the sudden emptiness makes a soft whine escape my lips. He grins knowingly.
“Don’t worry, little girl. You’ll get more of this, if I have anything to do with it.”
Then, I watch as he wordlessly goes to the bathroom before returning with a damp washcloth. The alpha male’s movements are gentle as he ministers to the space between my legs, and I gasp at his gentle touch. Who knew it could be like this? This is more intimate and tender than anything I’ve experienced with any man, let alone his brother.
It’s a long time before either of us speaks again, and I’m swooning by the time he’s done. Then, Frisco pats me on the butt and grins again.
“Do you want to spend the night?” he asks lazily. “I don’t want you going home alone at this hour.” There’s something possessive about the way he says it that makes me shiver with delight.
“Are you sure?” I ask, somewhat tentative.
“I’m always sure,” he replies. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”
Wow, he’s so confident and collected. Meanwhile, I’m floating on Cloud Nine, so I merely lean back and smile, watching as he gets up again. But I can’t let myself go entirely because things have turned out different than what I planned. Yes, I was going to seduce Frisco Arrington, and I did. But now, revenge seems petty and insignificant compared to the incredible session we just shared.
“Frisco,” I say cautiously, “what does this mean? What happens now?”
The CEO looks at me, blue eyes gleaming.
“We’ll see,” he replies, “but I know one thing. I’m not letting you go, Libby Rain. You belong to me now.”
6
Libby
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Pastor Ed’s office is quiet except for the ticking of the clock on the wall and the muffled voices of other people moving about the church. The silence is almost unbearable, and it doesn’t help that the elderly man himself is sitting across from me, decked out in a priest’s outfit with an understanding expression on his face. That might be the worst part, actually. If Pastor Ed were outright angry with me, at least it would be a little easier.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting with my hands folded in my lap, and I don’t think I could feel more humiliated if I tried. This is what you get when you act impulsively, I scold myself. What did you think was going to happen when you forwarded those pictures to everyone?
Okay, fine. I wasn’t thinking. And I definitely didn’t expect Pastor Ed to ask to speak with me one-on-one after this week’s Bible study. Patrick, of course, has been avoiding church like the plague, which isn’t a surprise. The only thing people can talk about is his secret sex life, so it’s fitting that he’s not showing his face.