Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 2(103)

“Say something!” Veronica hissed at him.

“What do you want me to say?” Frank bit back. “That I don’t want you to go? You’re a grown woman Veronica. That’s your relationship. You have a right to do what you want with him. I can’t stop you. As you’ve already pointed out, you’re well within the limits of your contract to take an afternoon off and spend it with him. To be honest I’m a little surprised you haven’t already done so.”

“That’s not what I wanted to hear,” Veronica said, her voice now betraying her conflicted emotions.

“Well then here’s something else,” Frank said, his voice incredibly low and deadly cold. “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to speak with him. I don’t want you to ever see him again. The truth? I’m horribly jealous. I want you to myself Veronica. I don’t want to take you to bed every night knowing that there’s another man out there with a claim on you. If you were any other woman in the world, there is no way on earth that I would ever put myself through what I am going through now.”

Veronica could have sworn her heart stopped at his words. She could feel the sincerity of his words resounding in her bones, and she knew that he meant everything he said. She felt numb in the face of such raw truth.

Silence stretched between them for a long moment, and the only communication that occurred between them was solely between their eyes.

“I don’t want you to go,” Frank said.

Veronica stayed still as he pushed off the wall behind him and began to move toward her. He came to stand in front of her, and she covered his hands with her own as he cupped her face. He lowered his head and kissed her softly. Then, he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

“I want you all to myself,” Frank said softly. “And for a while I thought that you wanted me too. But right now, … I get the feeling that you don’t even know what you want.”

Veronica said nothing, and lowered her eyes. If she was completely honest, Frank was really right. She stayed silent, and she heard Frank release a long sigh through his nose. His hands moved down to rest on her hips, and his fingertips slipped beneath the hem of her shirt.

Veronica’s eyes flicked up to Franks, and she saw darkness and lust swirling there. She felt his hands move higher up inside of her shirt, and she gasped as he easily undid the clasp of her bra.

“Frank, we’re in the kitchen,” she protested in a hushed whisper, but she couldn’t deny the heat that had started to build up in her core.

“Very observant,” Frank growled into her ear as his hand moved back to her waist and roughly jerked her into his body. He unabashedly rolled his hips into her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“I want you,” Frank growled, and Veronica couldn’t help but gasp as he roughly bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“But you have to be quiet or we’ll wake the girls,” he warned her with a dark whisper, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “We wouldn’t want them to walk in on something like this, now would we?”

Veronica panted and shook her head. Frank forced his knee between her legs and rubbed it against her sex, nearly causing her knees to buckle. She knew there was no way she could resist, and deep downs he knew she didn’t want to.



Frank reached up to the collar of Veronica’s shirt and tore downwards, ripping off all the buttons and baring her upper body to him. He quickly swiped off the bra as well, and dipped his head to take a nipple into his mouth.

Veronica struggled to keep quiet and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as he tortured her breasts. By the time he finally pulled back, they were exceedingly tender, and even the cool air of the room brushing against them was serving to excite her.

He moved lower and took hold of the waistband of her yoga pants and roughly dragged them down her legs. He wasted no time and immediately brought his hand between her legs. She was not shocked at all that his fingers slid easily through the wetness at her slit, sending her head spinning.

Frank looked up at her with a dark smirk just before he sank two fingers deep inside her. Veronica ground her teeth and shuddered as he began to rhythmically pump into her, brushing his thumb against her clit.

It didn’t take long for Veronica to dissolve into a quivering mess under his touch, and she soon found that she could not remain on her feet. She began to slide down the wall, Frank’s fingers still buried inside of her. When she finally hit the floor, Frank did not hesitate to pounce and capture her lips between his own, nipping at her lower lip with his teeth.