Friday nights are to be reserved for G & F dinners. No exceptions.
Frankie cooks. George cleans.
Chapter Twenty-three
Day Three: Move
Hot breath on the back of my neck.
A hand coasting along my rib cage and settling in the dip of my waist.
Lips pressed to the top of my spine. His voice, a growl.
“Do you like it slow in the morning?”
A knuckle brushes over the hard peak of my nipple.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
I have a fuzzy awareness that this is a dream—a perfect, morning-sex sex dream. My eyelids flutter, but I don’t want to wake up.
A tug, and my backside nestles against him. I gasp at how hard he is. It feels so real.
Too real.
My eyes spring open.
I’m on my side, in a cloud of white bedding, suctioned toGeorge. His leg is thrown over my hip, and his arm is folded over my chest like a seat belt.
For a moment I lie there frozen, my ass pressed against his erection. Desire pulsates between my legs, and I resist the urge to roll my hips. Because, god, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this. While my brain knows crossing the line with George would be catastrophic, my body…Right now, my body wants George.
His lips sweep along my shoulder and he sighs, “Frankie.”
I stop breathing, my heartbeat a roar in my ears. I try moving his arm, but he holds me tighter.
“George.”
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs.
“George,” I say louder, tapping his wrist. But he only readjusts himself so that his chin is sitting on the top of my head. I try knocking off his leg, but it’s twenty yards long and made of lead.
“George Émile Saint James,” I say in my sternest voice as I wriggle around, hoping to create some distance, but George lets out a sound that can only be described as sensual.
“George, wake up.” I dig my nails into his thigh, and he makes another guttural moan. “You’re dreaming.” And then his body goes taut.
“What the—”
Suddenly, George is no longer plastered to me.
“Oh shit.”
I feel the mattress move, and I sit up. George is standing with his bare back turned to me, his hands in his hair.
“Hey,” I say.
George spins around, horrified.
“You’re awake?”
