by Mia Ford
“So what about you?” Veronica asked, eager to steer the conversation away from herself. “I know the movers came by today.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Calvin said. “They got the whole place cleared out. I’m getting set up in one of the apartments that Davenport owns. Really classy place. And he’ matching what I paid in rent on the other one, can you believe that?”
“Wow,” Veronica said, trying her best to sound even remotely surprised. “That sounds too good to be true.”
“Well,” Calvin said, his voice a little deflated. “Not quite too good. I’m missing the one thing that would really make it all perfect.”
Veronica sighed, knowing that he was referring to their separation.
“I know it’s a lot different,” Veronica tried to reassure him. “It’s a lot different for both of us.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Calvin said, and she could tell that there was something else on his mind.
A long silence stretched between them, and Veronica began to feel uncomfortable.
“Well I’d better get back to work,” Veronica said lamely, kicking at the wood of the deck.
“Oh yeah of course,” Calvin said, a soft laugh on his voice. “Well good night! I love you!”
“I love you too,” Veronica said, maybe a little too softly. “Goodnight.”
With that, she hung up the phone. She let out a long breath through her nose and closed her eyes. She had no idea how she was ever going to manage to tell him the truth.
After taking a moment to collect her thoughts and straighten out her emotions, Veronica stood up and made her way back into the house to while away the rest of the evening with the girls, as well as with Frank.
Veronica returned quietly to the den, escaping notice as Frank and the girls played their game. She was content to watch them play, and when they had worn themselves out she helped Frank get them up to their rooms. Veronica made sure that extraneous toys were picked up off the ground.
When there was nothing else to keep her occupied, the only thing left for her to do was face Frank, who lingered in the upstairs open area.
“Hey,” Frank said softly.
“Hey,” Veronica replied.
Another long silence passed, and Veronica looked at the front pocket of Frank’s shirt.
“Hey,” Frank said again, more softly, and placed his fingers under her chin to lift her face so that she was looking him in the eye. Veronica looked there and saw a mixture of emotions swirling.
“Was that Calvin?” he asked her. Veronica frowned a little.
“Yes,” Veronica answered, her voice soft. Frank let out a sigh, and clenched his jaw.
“How is he doing?” Frank asked, and Veronica felt a familiar pang of guilt, now because she felt like she was being deceitful to Frank. This was all incredibly confusing and foreign to her.
“I don’t want to talk about Calvin,” Veronica said plainly. Frank blinked and drew back a little.
“Okay,” he said softly, and Veronica sighed.
“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to sound angry.
“No, no I understand,” Frank nodded. “It’s your business of course.”
Veronica nodded. They stood in silence for a moment.
“How are you?” Frank asked. “You’ve seemed a little off today.”
Veronica let out a soft laugh. That was the understatement of the year.
“Yeah I’m just trying to wrap my head around all this,” Veronica said, and Frank seemed to relax a little.
“Oh,” he said, looking around at their surroundings. “Yeah, I know it’s lot to have to get used to, but don’t worry, you’ll adjust to it.”
“I’m not talking about the house,” Veronica said, all her emotions coming to the surface. “And I’m not talking about the job.”
Frank frowned a little, pressing his lips together.
“Then what are you talking about?” he asked, his brows knitting together.
Veronica scoffed and rolled her eyes, irritation and stress coming to the forefront of her emotional struggle.
“What am I talking about?” she returned. “Oh I don’t know, the fact that I’m sleeping around with my boss and I have a boyfriend!”
Frank’s scowl dissipated into a look of concern. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but Veronica held up her hand to stop him.
“Look, I get it,” Veronica said. “I know I’m grown and I can make my own decisions, but I really think you are a major contributor to this as well.”
Veronica finished with a huff, and spun around, unable to look at him. She felt tears gathering in her eyes and she swiped at them with her hand.
“Veronica, I’m sorry,” Frank said from behind her, and she was more than a little shocked to hear him apologize. Slowly, she turned back to face him.
“I know what we did was inappropriate,” he said, his voice soft. “Not only was it inappropriate, it was premature, as we’ve only even known each other for a couple of days.”
Veronica said nothing, and merely looked back at him, sensing that he was nowhere near done saying what was on his mind.
“When I first met you in that interview, I knew you were the person I wanted to be responsible for taking care of my daughters when I am not around,” Frank started off. “You seemed so cool and collected, and experienced, and I knew that two little girls would be nothing for you to handle. After talking with you for a little while, there was little doubt in my mind that you were the one for the job.”
Veronica took in all that he said. She was flattered with all that, but she knew this was just a lead in for whatever else he was going to say.
“And even then,” Frank said. “I… I felt something else, too.”
Veronica’s eyes widened a little.
“It was like this… electric connection,” Frank said. “I was instantly attracted to you, just from the way you look. And then when you talked I was just drawn in even more. I knew there was something there, and I couldn’t help but want to explore it.”
Veronica knew very well what he was talking about. She had experienced all these things when they first met as well. Unfortunately, none of that excused the way she had conducted herself with him.
“Honestly, I should have just taken you out for coffee instead of offering you a job,” Frank said. “I should have known that having you living here would be too much for me to ignore. By the way, I didn’t just make all that up about you living here. All the nannies I’ve ever hired have lived here under my roof.”
Veronica was actually a little relieved to hear that. She had actually been wondering if he had not just made up that situation for her in particular.
“But when I saw you here, taking care of my girls,” Frank shook his head. “I really felt something. And every time I looked up at you, you were looking back at me and… I don’t know. I just felt alive.”
Veronica couldn’t help but feel her stomach flutter at those words, and she felt her expression soften. Frank must have seen it as well, because he began to move closer to her. He raised his hands to brush his fingertips along her cheeks. Her breath caught a little as he brushed his thumb along her bottom lip.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away,” he said, his voice growing lower and more husky. “I’m sorry.”
Veronica let out a shaking breath. Her heart pounded, and she didn’t quite know how to react to all this. She could certainly not deny, though, the throbbing ache that had wound its way between her legs.
Veronica said nothing, but she softly kissed the pad of Franks thumb as it hovered near her mouth. Franks’ eyes darkened as she did so, and he pressed his thumb against her lips. Almost instinctively, Veronica opened her mouth further and took it into her mouth, lightly sucking on it.
Frank’s eyes widened with a predatory look, and she heard him growl deep in his throat. Veronica gasped softly as he suddenly pulled her close, pressing her against his body. Veronica whimpered softly as she felt his hardness pressing agai
nst her abdomen.
“I won’t lie Veronica,” Frank leaned down and whispered harshly into her ear. “I want you.”
Veronica let out a shaky breath. She tightly gripped his shirt and buried her face in his chest. She felt his hands move to her hips and began to trace up under her shirt. She sighed as goose bumps ran up along her skin. She looked up into Frank’s eyes, and she knew that she would give in.
Looking around though, she realized that they couldn’t very well do this here in the open. What if one of the girls woke up? That would certainly take a lot of explaining.
“My room,” Veronica said simply. Frank blinked down at her, seemed to have been taken of guard.
“Are you serious?” he asked her, his voice sounding both excited and disbelieving.
Veronica simply nodded and stepped back from him, heading down the hallway to her room. She couldn’t hear him moving, but she could feel his eyes on her as she led him into her room.
Frank stepped in and Veronica shut the door behind him, making sure it was locked. Then, she turned to find Frank already taking off his shirt. Veronica’s throat tightened as his muscled torso was revealed to her, and she felt a wetness forming between her legs. Without hesitation, she began divesting herself of her clothes as well.
Gradually, and slowly enough that it was tantalizing and torturous at the same time, the two stripped until they were standing in front of each other, naked. Veronica’s eyes locked onto his erection, and she nearly drooled when he started to slowly stroke it in front of her.
Veronica watched him for a long while. She finally tore her eyes away from his manhood long enough to look him in the eyes, and the look of lust and desire in them made her knees weak.
Veronica inched closer to him, and when she was standing directly in front of him, she lowered herself to her knees. She looked up and made sure her eyes were locked on Frank as she took his tip in her mouth, and then took him into her mouth.
Veronica moaned as she sucked and pumped at Frank’s cock, alternating between sharp, fast movements to ramp him up, and then slow, rhythmic movements to bring him back down. She revealed in the way his muscles flexed and twitched in response to her. She lost track of how long all this went on. Her own arousal was maddening in and of itself, but she knew it would be worth waiting for when he finally sunk his length into her.
Veronica heard Frank release a growl, and she felt his tip slide past her lips as he suddenly withdrew from her.
“Bed, now,” he commanded, and Veronica bit her lip at the assertion. She wasted no time, and got up to move to the bed. She laid herself out in the middle of it, and tried not to squirm as Frank stood beside the bed, his eyes taking her in.
Veronica looked up at him, and unable to stop herself, she began to run her hands along her body. She brought them up along her ribs and groaned softly as she cupped her breasts, her back arching up off the bed as she tweaked at her nipples. She played with them as long as she could stand, and then began running her hands down over her stomach.
Her pussy was dripping and throbbing sharply with the force of her lust, and she couldn’t wait for that first contact with her sex. Just before she reached her destination, though, she felt Frank’s hand clamp down over her wrist. As her mind, had clouded with pleasure, she had not felt him get onto the bed beside her.
Veronica whimpered a little and weakly tried to free herself. Frank shot her a devilish smile, and brought her hand up over her head, holding it there. Veronica gasped as she felt his hand on the inside of her thigh just above her knee, and slowly beginning to trail up. She wriggled and squirmed beneath him at the light touch, and she panted lightly as he came closer and closer to her sex.
Just before he would have touched her wetness, though, he stopped short. Veronica’s eyes snapped open, and she looked up at Frank in a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
“Frank, please…” she whimpered beneath him. Veronica saw a spark in his eyes, and she nearly screamed as she felt his fingertips drag along her slit, gathering up her wetness before circling them around her clit.
Veronica arched her hips up into the touch, and she spread her legs even wider. Frank continued to play at her, running his fingers and the flat of his palm against her soft folds. He kept the touches light and slow, certainly not enough to do anything more than tease her. Sometimes he would increase the pressure just enough to give her a taste of real pleasure, but then he would back off again.
Additionally, no matter how much veronica ached for it, he did not slide his fingers into her. She ached to have something, anything inside of her as he inner walls ached for lack of something to latch onto. It finally became too much for her to take, and she looked up at Frank in desperation.
“I need you inside me…” she whined at him, arching her hips up against his hand.
“Oh yeah?” he teased her.
Veronica felt him slide the tip of one finger just inside her dripping entrance, and her muscles immediately clamped down around it.
“You really do need it,” Frank chuckled, and Veronica thought she might actually dissolve into tears.
Frank withdrew his finger, and Veronica nearly started protesting, when she saw him moving to situate himself between her thighs. Veronica sighed out her relief, and he placed her hands on his shoulders. She brought her knees up alongside him, and when she felt his tip at her entrance, she shuddered involuntarily.
Veronica bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as he began to drag his tip along her entrance and up over her clit. She could feel her heart pounding and her thighs already quivering in anticipation.
“May I?” Frank asked her, and Veronica nodded frantically. Frank gave her his pure white smile just as he thrust deep inside of her with one powerful thrust.
Veronica barely managed to keep from sobbing at the feeling of him buried within her. She could not keep still, and she immediately began to roll her hips up into his. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and began to start bringing herself up and down his length.
Frank, though, would have none of that. He seized her ankles and unwrapped them from around his body, and instead placed them on his shoulder. Veronica could feel him slide even deeper into her, and her jaw dropped as he looked down at her with a smirk.
Frank began to pound into her with slow, hard thrusts. Each time he bottomed out inside of her, Veronica let out a soft huff of air. She could feel her orgasm slowly building up inside of her, but she knew that there was no way she would ever reach it at this pace. Still, the pleasure he was giving her was incredible, and she didn’t want to ruin that.
Suddenly, Frank pulled out of her, and withdrew from her slightly. Veronica managed to come out of her haze of pleasure long enough to Catch Frank’s eye. She saw him slowly stroking his length as he knelt at the end of the bed.
“Roll over,” he said softly, and Veronica felt a jolt of excitement rush through her core. She loved being taken from behind, but Calvin preferred other positions. She couldn’t even remember the last time.
Veronica obeyed eagerly and her body hummed in anticipation. She felt Frank move behind her, and he situated her legs so they were closed together. When she felt his top at her dipping sex again, she buried her fingers in the bedclothes beneath her. She arched her hips back a little to encourage him, and she groaned quietly as he slid inside of her.
This time, Frank started a slow and gentle rhythm that gradually ramped up Veronica’s climax. She could feel her body moving closer and closer to the edge, and as she grew nearer and nearer, he increased his pace and the strength with which he thrusted into her. Soon, she knew she was just about to go over the edge. She arched her back and tightened the muscles of her thighs, but just when her orgasm was about to crash over her, Frank pulled out.
Veronica had experimented with edging and orgasm denial before, but it was still a cold shock when her approaching orgasm faded away, replaced once again by a burning need ten times as strong. She felt Frank’s hand gently stroking her a
ss, and she felt him running his head from the wetness of her slit up the crevice of her ass. Veronica’s head was still swimming with a mix of pleasure and desperation, and all she could do was moan softly.
Finally, Frank sank into her again. Veronica felt her orgasm building up inside of her again. She hurried to clench her muscles and seize her own orgasm before Frank could deny it again, but it was in vain. As soon as he felt her clench up, he withdrew again, and Veronica sobbed into a nearby pillow.
“Please Frank!” Veronica turned her head to the side to beg him. “I need to come, please, please let me come!”
“Well…” Frank said lowly as he pressed back into her. “Since you said the magic word…”
Veronica yelped into the pillow as he began again at a brutal pace. She panted and squirmed beneath him as he pounded into her, his fingertips digging into her hipbones to keep her still.
For the third time, Veronica felt her orgasm bubbling up inside of her. She felt a pang of fear as she got closer and closer, still half worried that Frank would leave her aching again.
When the first wave of her climax crashed into her, Veronica opened her mouth in a soundless scream, the pleasure absolutely overwhelming her. As Frank continued to take her for his own pleasure, she dissolved into a twitching, whimpering mess.
Soon, Frank, too reached his end. With a few particularly hard thrusts, Veronica felt his cock jerk inside of her, and his hot seed filled her womb. He stayed buried deep within her for a moment before gently pulling out of her and moving off the bed. Veronica turned her head as the light of her bathroom flicked on.
Frank returned with a warm, damp cloth. Veronica twitched a little as he gently bathed her sex, as it was still sensitive. Frank looked up at her at the movement.
“You okay?” he asked her, his concerned eyes searching her face.
“I’m wonderful,” Veronica smiled, and Frank visibly relaxed, smiling back.
He left to return the rag to the bathroom and turn off the light. He made to get in bed with her but he hesitated. Veronica frowned.
