Page 51 of Owned By Frank

But it's faster and it takes me by the hips. Slowly it goes up to me. My body shakes with such action that my breathing is cut off. I let out a sigh when he puts me on one of the huge benches.

He smiles at me shamelessly and then whispers to me again.

- Don't worry, I'm not going to do it here. Although I admit that I would be fascinated to do it and more if it is about you...

He steps aside and gives me one last smile. I put my elbows on the table and I look at him.

He goes to the freezer and bends down, leaving me the perfect view of his beautiful male attributes.

- Enjoying the view, huh? - he asks as he pulls three cans out of the freezer.

- You have no idea... - I admit laughing.

He puts the three pots on the counter. On the base it says perfectly: "Ice cream".

- Ice cream? - I roll my eyes - Are you serious? Wasn't I supposed to be sick?

- Just watch, baby... - he winked at me flirtatiously.

I sit down and watch carefully what he does.

First you put a giant bowl on the counter, then you take out chocolate, sparkles, cookies and finally cream. He puts three spoons of each ice cream jar. First the one with the blackberry flavor, then the bubblegum one and finally the slushie one. When it finishes with the ice cream, it makes the candy sparks followed by the cookies. It makes waves with the chocolate and to finish pouring a quantity of cream.

Put everything away and hand me a spoon.

- Ready - he says proudly - Enjoy it - he's the one who takes the first bite - Viscous and extra sweet... -.

I am stunned to see the enormous mountain of viscosity. Frank savors and tastes his masterpiece.

I look at it carefully. It's quite incredible. It looks beautiful.

He's funny himself, he wears a shirt, fancy pants, his hair is a bit messy, his tattoos adorn all his skin. His hands also have tattoos and some of his fingers carry rings. He looks serious, beautiful and dangerous but instead he is right here, eating ice cream and enjoying himself as a little boy.

I smile slightly and begin to devour the delicious mixture.

This is how we spent the rest of the night. When we finished, we washed the dishes and went upstairs. Frank takes me to my room and finally kisses me good night on my forehead.

I close my door and after being there alone for a minute, I smile and can't deny it.

Without further ado, I put on something comfortable and go to sleep.

I sleep quietly, the room is in complete darkness since the windows are closed.

Suddenly the door opens wide and the light comes in through it. It hits my eyes and I quickly cover my face with a pillow

I feel careful as I begin to open my eyes with regret.

I manage to see Frank at the door. He's standing there, holding a few bags, he's wearing dark glasses and behind him is Dante, who looks very similar.

- Ready. Time to go on the happy journey... - Frank smiles.

I lay down on the bed in surrender while letting out a slight yawn and without waiting any longer, I stand up.

I don't know exactly why, but I have a feeling that this trip will not be that good at all...

I...LIKE IT?

Frank holds my hand tightly while Dante walks behind our backs. Two men carry our bags and we continue to walk to the private jet.