Free Thigh High by Bonnie Edwards

but her mouth gave her a power she loved. A power she craved. A power she had to use to keep his mind off the man he’d seen.
    Because this had to be good-bye.
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    Something was off, Daniel decided, while his thoughts whirled and sensation threatened to take him over the edge into orgasm. She was anxious and hurried, whereas all the other times they’d made love, Frankie had been open and at ease. Once she got over her shyness and got rocking, that was.
    She surged and sucked him, licked his balls and took them into her mouth. He nearly lost it then, but managed to hold on long enough to form a plan.
    He burrowed his fingers into her hair and tugged lightly to pull her away. She moved, looked up at him with feverish need and tried to dive back into his crotch.
    â€œNo. Bed, now.” He picked her up and she cuddled into his arms. He stepped out of the shorts around his ankles and carried her back to bed.
    Following her down into the mattress he pressed his body the length of hers, twining their feet, his cock cushioned by the softness of her belly. He slid his hands into her hair again, holding her still. He stared into her eyes until she focused and quieted.
    â€œWhat’s going on, Frankie?”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” She pumped her stomach muscles, sending fluttery sensations from his cock up his spine. Sweet heaven, the woman didn’t stop.
    â€œDon’t play this game. As soon as I mentioned that guy on your yacht, you went from morning-after comfortable to let’s get this over with.”
    Her eyes widened. “You’re crazy.” She moved her head from side to side to break his light grip.
    He let her go and sat back on his haunches. “Maybe I am, and maybe some women can switch gears that fast, but I don’t think you’re one of them. We were about to settle in for a quiet day together. You know it and I know it.”
    â€œI know nothing of the kind.” She stiffened, looking alarmed. He rolled away. She needed room. Whatever was wrong, it wasn’t about him. It was about her visitor. Hell, even Barkley hadn’t liked the guy.
    â€œYou put on my shirt,” he explained. “If you weren’t planning to spend the day with me, you’d have dressed in your own clothes. You’d have left for your place.” He hated that he couldn’t tell from one moment to the next whether she’d be here or not. It had been like that since she’d first come onboard.
    She nibbled her bottom lip but kept silent.
    â€œWho was the guy on the yacht? He had a camera, if that helps.”
    She groaned. “Telephoto lens, too, I bet.”
    â€œYeah, come to think of it.”
    She bit her lip again. “I can’t be seen, Daniel. If I am, all hell will break loose and I’ll have to leave.” Her hands fluttered over her chest in a gesture that screamed nervous fright. “I should go anyway.”
    â€œGo where? Whoever this guy is, he found you here. He’ll find you again. What’s going on?”
    â€œWhat did you say to him?”
    â€œHe said he was looking for the owner of the boat. Asked if I knew where ‘she’ was. I said there was no ‘her’ and that the yacht owner was away. He seemed okay with that answer and moved off without giving me his name.”
    She nodded, and he could see her thoughts whirling. “I should still leave. He’ll be back if he doesn’t have anywhere else to look.”
    â€œStay here. Keep out of sight for a few days. Wait it out in bed.” He ran his palm down her chest, past her lusciously sexy belly and found her slickness.
    She blinked and smiled. “For today,” she said. “I’ll stay for today. I have to consider my options.”
    â€œOne of them being me.” He slid two fingers into her, watched as she closed her eyes and raised her hips for more. Wet heat enveloped him as he moved his fingers in and out, taking her mind