Stalk Me Now Read Online Frankie Love

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
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"I still have some more work to do on it," she continues, her eyes tracing mine for the briefest moment. "But I think it’s a good place to start. Don’t you?”

"Mmm," I murmur back. "And do you always paint like this? Things that are so... explicit?"

She pauses for a moment, and I know that I have caught her off-guard. She doesn’t see her painting like that, but it doesn’t take long for her to tilt her head to the side and see what I see. A smile curls up the corners of her lips.

"Yes, that’s where a lot of my focus lies," she replies. "I normally prefer more... body work, though."

"And do you work from models?" I ask. "Or is it just... your imagination?"

"I can go either way," she replies. "But I think it’s far more realistic to work from life models. And more interesting, too."

She takes another sip of her wine, and leans on the mantel over the ornate fireplace in front of her. I know that she knows that I know what she was doing out there, when I saw her before.

The question is, should I do something about it?

I want to grab her, press my mouth against her ear and tell her that I saw what she was doing out there and that I can make her come way better than that, but I get the feeling that I need to play this slow if I am going to play it right.

"I bet someone like you has portraits of their family all over their house," she teases me.

"What’s that supposed to mean?” I protest, laughing.

"You must come from money, right?" she asks, tipping her head to the side. "To live in a place like that."

"I made it all myself," I reply, and she parts her lips, smiles.

"Impressive," she remarks. "So, what? Just pictures of you in there?"

"Are you asking if I’m single? Because I am. And the paintings in the house? There are none. I haven’t gotten around to commissioning any yet," I reply. "Haven’t found an artist that matches the style that I’m going for."

"And what style is that, exactly?”

"Yours," I shoot back.

She grins. I know that her mind is just where mine is right now, that the two of us are in the same place, just trying to find our way to each other.

"Well, I’d have to take some careful measurements," she purrs. She’s in full sex kitten mode now, and she seems to be enjoying every second of it.

I am, too – there is something so damn hot about the way she looks at me, the confidence with which she moves through this space, as though it belongs to her.

"And how would we go about that?" I ask as she puts her beer down. She is standing so close to me now that I can smell the vanilla perfume wafting off of her skin, and I want to gorge myself on it on the spot.

"I think I would start here," she murmurs, and she reaches out and slides her hand over my pants, pressing her palm against my cock – it's already half-hard by the time that touches it, and her fingers’ caress over it is enough to bring me to a rock-solid erection. I groan, and she moves a little closer to me, pressing that body of hers up against mine. I slide my hands down her waist, to her hips, and watch as she bites her lip and gazes up at me.

"Mind if I get a closer look?" she breathes, her mouth so close to mine that I can feel the words as well as hear them. I tuck my hand behind her head, and bring her in close for a kiss before she can slip away once more – and as soon as our mouths meet, everything that I have been trying to push down and ignore rises up inside of me for good.

I push my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard, her body moving against mine as though I am the most delicious thing in the world. I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, pull her in close, and let my teeth catch on her lip for the barest moment as she rubs her hand over my package.

"Mmm," she moans playfully, and she pulls back to look into my eyes, a playful expression on her face. And I know, at once, that I don’t stand a chance against this girl. There is nothing I can do to hide how into her I am. And I don’t want to pretend for a second that I am anything other than totally and utterly obsessed with her.

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OLIVIA

I slide down his body, sinking to my knees in front of him, and lift my gaze to meet his as I undo his pants. I can already tell just from the touch I’ve stolen that he has the most beautiful cock, and I know that I want to meet it face to face, so to speak.


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