All His Regrets (Manhattan Misters Book 3) by Maya Hughes

Author:Maya Hughes [Hughes, Maya]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-02-07T16:00:00+00:00

15

John - Now

It wasn't until I was cursing the morning sun as it came streaming in through the open curtains that it all came flooding back to me. I glanced down at the sleeping Frankie resting across my chest.

She was gorgeous. Disheveled and worn out. The fact that I played a large part in wearing her out made me smile. I wanted to stand on the top of the hotel, beating on my chest and shouting it from the rooftops. Frankie was mine.

I brushed some of the hair off her face, and she murmured, burrowing deeper into my side. Without thinking, I traced my fingers along her back, dancing down her spine. She glanced up sleepily before closing her eyes, then tensing up and staring at me with her eyes wide.

Did she regret it?

"Morning, Frankie," I said, trying to keep things casual. Keep her calm.

"Morning, John," she said, pushing off my chest as her cheeks pinked up. Her hand froze there as my heart hammered against my ribcage.

"Interesting night, huh?"

"You could say that," she said, wrapping the sheet around herself and sitting with her back pressed up against the headboard. I slid up the bed to sit beside her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice tight. What happened last night was beyond anything I could have imagined, but I wanted to make sure she was okay with it.

"I'm definitely okay. It...I had a great night, John," she said, running her hands over the cuffs on her wrists. They were similar to mine, but hers were delicate and intricate. Mine were leather and rope. Hers were meant to cover something she didn't want others to see. Mine were a display of what I liked.

"Thank you," she said, peering over at me.

"No thanks needed or wanted. I had a great time," I said, running my hand along her leg under the covers.

"Are you sure, because—" I pressed my finger to her lips to stop her.

“Don't even think about it. It was amazing. You're amazing, and don't go into analytical mode trying to pick things apart.” She blushed some more, the pink turning to red in her cheeks with the flush creeping down her chest.

"Frankie—," I was cut off by the shrill ring of the bedside phone. Frankie rolled to the side, taking the sheet with her, reaching for it. She may have had the bright white sheet clutched against her chest, but that didn't mean I didn't get a peek at her delectable ass as she leaned over.

"Okay, no problem. I don't need to. We'll be down in a little bit." She hung up the receiver and settled back in beside me. "It's almost time to check out. The front desk wanted to know if I wanted to extend my stay.” Her knee bounced up and down under the sheets. “I should be getting back to the city."

"Right, of course," I said, sliding out of the bed, my feet thudding to the plush carpeted floor. I glanced around looking for my boxers.

"Maybe--" I’d spotted them and picked them up when I realized she'd stopped talking.

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