Filthy Storm

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

FRANKIE

HIS LIPS WERE EXACTLY how she remembered every damn time she laid alone in her bed since that night.

They molded into hers so perfectly as if they were always meant to be for her. So soft, so rewarding, so hot and eager that she wouldn't know what hit her at first until they moved against hers...

Until he nibbled on her lips so excruciatingly slow that her senses dulled and she could only focus on how good they felt.

Until his tongue caressed hers, and all she could think about was jumping on his lap to feel more of that sensation.

Until he sucked on her bottom lip, so fervently, that she wanted to touch whatever her hands could reach to embrace more of that passion.

Having his lips on hers was like a volcano that just erupted. Like fireworks shining and dispersing colors in the darkness. Like a storm that burst from the clouds after serenity.

They made her feel everything all at once until she lost her mind, and left her desperately taking whatever she could get.

In short, Apollo Storm was a hell of a good kisser. She had been dreaming of this moment ever since he opened the door, and God, was it worth the wait.

I could hate this man all I want afterward.

His large hands grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her head up, to deepen the kiss. She allowed him so, letting him take control as she grew pliant under the harsh yet soft assault of his delicious mouth. His hand remained at the back of her head, the other gripping her waist so tightly. Like he forbid her to go anywhere, and she had no other choice but to take whatever he'd so generously given her.

Not that she was complaining.

The man was scorching heat itself.

He was hot and demanding without even saying a single word. The ups and downs of his intensity were felt in his actions. In the way he firmly gripped her waist as he ravished more of her, or in the way his hand roamed over her skin so softly before he lightly peppered subtle kisses on her neck.

There was no in-between. And she could only feel and feel and feel then hope she was giving that same pleasure she was floating in.

She pulled back when it got too much, drawing a confused look on Apollo whose eyes were that of a drunk man. She could only guess that her expression mirrored his.

The pause wasn't long, though.

Frankie climbed onto his lap, giving into her urges, before claiming his lips once more. He was surprised at first, his hands mid-air, before they found their way onto her lower back. Caressing until they went under her shirt. The skin contact made her gasp, allowing Apollo to lower his lips to her chin, down to her neck, before they found her collarbone. He sucked on the delicate skin, eliciting a low moan from her plump lips.

She proved herself wrong with her earlier statement because no matter how impossibly close their proximity was... it was like she couldn't get enough.

She wanted more from him than these surface-level touches and kisses that never went lower to where they should be.

Just then, Apollo moved away, his gaze lingering on the spot for a long moment before their eyes met. "We should probably stop," he whispered, his tone laced with hesitance.

Frankie's eyes dropped to his swollen lips, her fingers lightly tracing the smooth skin. She hummed softly, "Maybe we should."

"Maybe?" His chuckle was low and gruff. "You hated me ten minutes ago, that's why you were quitting."

She felt the textured pads of his thumbs stroking her waist ever so gently. Her own fingers roamed his broad shoulder over the fabric of his shirt, tracing the contours she knew were there. "And you said I can't leave anyways. What's there to lose now?"

A brow quirked in amusement. "You sure you want to fuck your employer that you'll be stuck with for six months?"

She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper as her hands slowly dropped down to his chest. "I get paid a salary I had to work for three months before this job. I work with a star quarterback which will undoubtedly get me a good opportunity next time around..." She trailed off, relishing the anticipation building on Apollo's face as she dragged a finger down to his abs. "And I get to fuck said star quarterback. It's only a win-win for me."

He chuckled darkly, catching her hand before it descended to somewhere dangerous. "Careful, you're making me feel objectified."

Her soft laughter occupied the quiet space between them. "Shut up, Storm. Just shut up."

"Oh," he let out through another chuckle. "The irony, Frankie. Just unbelievable."

Frankie was caught at the sound of her name on his lips. She still wasn't used to it, but this was also different. Her name without any coldness attached to it was a delightful sound to her ears.

"Am I wrong, though?"

"You're not. But aren't you worried about the repercussions? If I break your heart, we both have to live with it until the contract ends," he said, matter-of-factly. "I'm certain neither of us want that inconvenience."

The atmosphere grew cold, though Frankie still felt their bodies buzzing with hot unspent energy.

She pondered his words carefully. Standing up from his lap, she flopped back onto her bed, looking away from him as she silently contemplated her response. Not that she was expecting to develop feelings for him. That was the last thing on her mind. She was fixated on the fact that Apollo didn't jump on her offer so quickly, when on the very first night they met, he had no problem going into bed with her as soon as she reciprocated his desire.

She considered the obvious power imbalance and the predicament they would be in if someone knew. Maybe that's what he's worried about?

She shook her head, she shouldn't think about this too seriously. She wasn't in the least offended or worried no matter his reason, anyway. It was only the high of the moment, a state where she still wanted him, where feeling disappointed was normal. It shouldn't tune out her voice of reason, though.

Frankie spun back to him waiting patiently as his fingers fiddled with his watch. "You're right, we should think about this more carefully."

His shoulders falling was so subtle she wondered if she imagined it. All traces of emotions were hidden again under his mask. He nodded before expelling a huge breath of air, as if ridding all the tension in his body. "Okay, let's pretend this never happened then."

As if that's ever possible.

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