Frankie righted me immediately, his fingers tightening in my scalp to the point of pain. “You can play with it all you want, sweetheart, but I’m not fucking you until I can get you spread out on a hard surface. I’m not one of your little boyfriends.” Christ, he really was not. Frankie had outdone every man I’d seen in the last eight years in about eight fucking seconds. “I’ll play with you, too, though.” He snagged my lips between his for a balancing kiss. “You want me to play with you, Ophelia?” “Mm-hmm,” I managed, feeling the first brush of his fingers between my legs, before he abruptly
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