The Worst Best Man

by Lucy Score

I want that smart, wicked mouth of yours wrapped around my cock as you take me to the back of your throat. I want to hear my name from that mouth when I make you come with mine. I want the challenge, the chase. I live for it. You’ll make me work for it, earn it. And I’ll worship you for it.”

I’m not a ‘submit to the alpha’ kind of girl. I’m a ‘kick him in the balls and take what I want’ woman.” “What do you want?” “To break you.”

“Don’t play with me, Franchesca,”

“Don’t torture me.” “Shut up and kiss me, Aiden.” “Tell me I can have you. Tell me you’re mine.”

She could break him, he realized. With nothing more than that smart mouth, she could break him and make him grovel.

He didn’t know what love was, but he sure liked Franchesca Baranski more than any woman he’d ever taken to bed.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me I can have you.” “Take me, Aiden.” “Are you mine?”

“You get me for tonight. Don’t fuck it up.”

felt like something had broken inside of him and now there was light getting in through the cracks. She had bewitched him. Or he had contracted some kind of tropical fever.

but he felt anything but empty now. There wasn’t cold, calculation at his center. No. There was something warm and bright and dangerously real.

He wanted to kiss her on that tear-stained cheek. Kiss her and stay buried inside her where he felt something good. But he didn’t do that sort of thing. And she wouldn’t trust it if he did.

“But he’s good enough for you, Frankie.”

He’d been revved since waking up that morning. And all those hours in between, he’d been ready to snap. She’d left him.

He turned to face her, and he felt it, that magnetic connection. It hadn’t been the tropical setting or the adrenaline. It was the way she reacted to him.

She wanted him and how he made her feel. And that was more potent to him than any aphrodisiac.

He was tired, angry. And despite that, he wanted to touch her. Punish her. Please her.

“I’m suggesting that what we shared was a first for me. That… connection. I don’t want to walk away. And I don’t think you do either.”

“Are you making me work for it?” He didn’t know why that made him hard.

“See how easy this is? You tell me what you want, and I give it to you.”

“You’re trying to come up with another excuse. Try it, Franchesca. Date me. Fuck me.”

“I have a feeling it’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you,”

Franchesca Baranski had submitted, temporarily.

“I love when you look at me like that,”

“Like what?” “Like I’m the center of your universe.”

“Fuck, Franchesca. Baby,”

To keep you warm when I’m not around. A

Aiden: You’re welcome. I told you. Anything you want.

Frankie: It’s stunning. I want to say I can’t accept it. But I think my boss threw my old one in the trash can with the coffee grounds. Thank you for thinking of me. Aiden: I have a feeling I’ll be doing a lot of that.

Aiden: Good luck tonight.

With as packed as she presumed his calendar to be, the fact that he was storing little personal details about her both delighted and unsettled her.

But if you don’t want me to go, say the word. Anything you want.”

“I’m interested in you,” he said dryly. “Tell me about your week. How did your exam go?”

“I’m going to kiss you,”

“And then we’re going to go inside and have lunch. And then I’m going to take you home and fuck you.”

“Do you really care if they like you?”

“Of course I do,”

“If they’re important to you, they’re imp...

He didn’t know if forever was what he wanted, but he sure as hell wanted more than just next week.

He wanted to hate the way the praise she gave him made him hard. Made him want to see her, touch her, taste her.

“I wish you were here.”

“So, you’re not out shopping for a wife right now?”

“They don’t exactly have stores for that,”

“Oh, I don’t know. Everything can be bought for a price.” “What’s your price, Franchesca?” “Hmm. I gues...

Wild and beautiful. Just like you. —A.

“I’m really happy to see you,”

“Yeah?” she asked beaming at him.

“I’m yours,”

You’ll worship me.” He already did.

“I’d love that,” he said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles.

“New deal, Aide. I’m not doing all the taking anymore. Starting now.”