Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 2(87)

“My wife,” frank sighed, and smiled softly. “She died. In childbirth, actually.”

Veronica’s face dropped. She would never have brought up such a painful topic if she had known.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Veronica shook her head. “I shouldn’t have said anything…”

“It’s alright,” Frank said softly, and gave her a gentle smile. “How could you know? I lead a private life; it’s not like it was broadcast on the news.”

“I know, it’s just…” Veronica shook her head. “That’s awful, I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Frank let out a sigh, moving to intertwine his fingers with Veronica’s.

“Some days are harder than others,” he said softly, a small smile still on his face. “Today… was not hard at all.”

Veronica blinked at his words, and she felt a heat rise up in her face. Frank moved close to her again, and she slowly lowered his face toward hers, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Veronica blinked up at him as he pulled back.

“Now that we’ve opened that door, though,” Frank said, his voice a little rougher as his hands travelled to the hem of her shirt. “What about Calvin?”

Veronica barely suppressed a groan of annoyance as she heard his name. The sound dissolved in her throat, though, as Frank’s hands made their way under her shirt and his fingertips brushed against her naked skin.

“I…” Veronica let out breathlessly. “We’ve been together a long time.”

“Hm,” Frank uttered a sound, and moved closer, burying his face in her neck. She felt his teeth nibbling at her pulse point.

“I just…” Veronica moaned softly, her hips involuntarily arching she sucked at her collarbone. “I forgot how this feels…”

“So did I,” Frank breathed against her skin, and a shiver ran up Veronica’s spine.

Frank cupped her breast through her bra, and Veronica released a soft sigh. Her hands shot out of their own accord and she dug her nails into his sides. She heard him growl low in his throat.

“You can always tell me to stop,” he reminded her breathlessly as his other hand moved behind her back and began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra.

Veronica could hardly catch her breath, much less tell him to stop. She tore her hands away from his sides and anxiously reached to undo the buttons of his shirt even as Frank managed to undo her bra.

Before she knew it, her hands were in the air, and Frank easily divested her of her shirt. Veronica’s mind was in a whirl. She had never experienced anything like this, and she wondered if this was the exception, or the norm outside of her relationship with Calvin. She did not give it much thought, though, as she felt Calvin spin her around and press her back, causing her to fall back into one of the leather chairs with a soft yelp.

Frank smiled down at her as he shrugged his shirt off, baring his well-muscled torso. Veronica felt her mouth water as she drank in the sight of his gleaming dark skin and the muscles rippling beneath. He shot her a devilish smile and moved to kneel down in front of the chair.

Veronica watched, enraptured, panting lightly as Frank placed his hands on the inside of her knees, and began to run them up her thighs. She moaned softly as he caressed her sex through her pants for a moment, and then trailed his fingertips to the button and zipper, easily undoing them.

Veronica lifted up her hips as he dragged her pants, as well as her panties down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the clothing over his shoulder and his eyes moved to look at her, a ravenous gleam flickering within them. Veronica couldn’t help but squirm on the chair.

Locking his eyes with hers, Frank lowered his head and Veronica shivered as he began to kiss a line up her thighs, alternating between each one. She bit her lip and tightly gripped the arms of the chair as he placed a kiss on her mound.

Veronica locked eyes with him as he extended his tongue and licked a long line from her dripping slit to her clit. Her hips arched up off the chair, and Frank wrapped his fingers around her hips to steady her as he deepened his attentions.

Veronica was a trembling mess, and she alternated between gripping the chair and Frank’s shoulders. She felt herself approaching the precipice of her orgasm, and she vaguely noted that it was the first one she had received from someone else in a very long time.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Frank slid two fingers into her. With a gasp, Veronica felt her inside walls clamp down on his digits and her hips jerked with the force of her climax. Frank masterfully caressed her sex and helped her to ride through her orgasm while not overstimulating her.

When Veronica’s orgasm subsided, Frank gently pulled his fingers out of her and gently kissed a line back up the center of her stomach and between her breasts. Finally, he reached her mouth and Veronica cupped the back of his head as their mouths locked in a kiss.