Boss of the Year (Belmont Billionaires #2)

by Nicole French

“When you ask me for that, Marie,” he said, “there won’t be any ‘maybe’ about it. You’ll be torn up with need, swamped in your own pleasure, whimpering for my dick after I’ve made you come so many times you’ll have forgotten your own fucking name.” He took my chin and forced me to look at him. “I’ll have you like that, sweetheart, or I don’t deserve to have you at all.”

“Marie, I’m having a lot of trouble getting the blood to flow to my brain here, so I need you to speak more plainly. Specifically, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“That man is in love with you,” she said quietly. My heart skipped. “Frankie⁠—” “But I don’t think he knows it yet,” she continued. “And that’s the most dangerous kind.”

“It’s you, Marie,” he whispered so quietly I wondered if I’d actually heard him. “God help me, it’s always been you.”

“I know there are things to say,” I said as I pulled my feet from his lap and slid them back into my shoes. “I know you didn’t come all the way here just to sit in front of my fire and rub my feet.” “If that’s all you ever let me do, I would be all right with that.”