Beach Reads Box Set

by Madden-Mills, Ilsa

She gave him a tiny nod, and he felt like he was back in control. He had won. And what a sweet victory it was with the tip of his dick pushing against her velvet wet.

  “This is how I’m going to fuck you tonight in my mother’s house with a hundred people on the other side of those glass doors. Anyone could see you. Anyone could watch you come for me.”

  “Aiden,” his name was a strangled cry from her lips.

  With one hand holding her hip and skirts, he pulled and thrusted at the same time.

  The angle prevented him from going any deeper. But it was enough. Enough for the greedy little squeezes of her pussy to milk him like a fist. Enough for her to buck her hips against him and beg for more.

  There was nothing between them and it was exquisite. Her slick flesh held his erection in a death grip. “You’re so close already, baby.”

  “Who knew I’d like being bossed around?” Frankie murmured, a whisper of a laugh hanging on her words.

  He needed more of her. Being fully clothed with just his dick hanging out of his pants wasn’t enough. But it would get them through the party. He squeezed her hip tighter and hefted her breast with his other hand. Heavy and full, her breasts were a personal fantasy. He wanted to suck, to lick, to make her scream. But with the height difference he had to settle for tugging that perfect dark nipple with his fingers.

  She answered by pushing into his hand and bucking her hips harder. She was riding his rigid cock standing up. Sliding back and forth on it taking a few inches each time.

  “Aide. I’m coming,” she moaned.

  There was nothing more important to him than feeling Franchesca fall apart on his bare cock. He didn’t care that there were footsteps approaching from the hallway. Didn’t care that they could see Marjorie Holland, heiress to a coffee fortune, clear as day from the lit hallway as she wandered past the door.

  “Jesus,” Frankie hissed.

  He needed her to come. Dropping her skirts, Aiden shoved his hand under them and used his thumb to press speedy little circles to her clit.

  She went off like a rocket around him, bathing him in wet, gripping him like a fist. Squeezing him to within an inch of his life. And all the while he mimicked the waves with pulls of his fingers on her nipple.

  “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” she chanted in a soft, desperate whisper.

  He wanted to tell her there in that moment, with her lips forming the perfect o. Her hooded eyes glassy as they stared in shock and joy into his own. I love you. He could say it right now. But a Kilbourn never showed all their cards at once.

  She was still trembling through the last aftershocks when he spun her around and bent her over the rolled arm of the couch.

  He pushed his way inside her, hungry to be welcomed again. This time, he slid all the way home. Frankie let out a sharp gasp that he could feel at the tip of his dick. He wouldn’t last long. Not with her draped over a sofa for his pleasure. Not with those beautiful breasts hanging down, nipples brushing tasseled pillows.

  Aiden gripped her hips and eased halfway out of her. She whimpered, and it went to whatever primitive part of his brain was responsible for fucking. It broke him. There was no control as he thrust back in. There was no finesse in the way he used her body to build himself to orgasm. He felt the tightening in his balls as they drew up against his body, felt the tingling at the base of his spine.

  The sound of his flesh slapping against hers was music to his caveman ears. He was brutal with the power of his thrusts. But when he reached down, hinging over her to take handfuls of her breasts, Franchesca threw her head back and gave a silent scream of ecstasy. Her orgasm, a surprise to them both, destroyed him. There was no holding back or making it last. He poured himself into her, holding deep at the hilt and relishing the feel of his hot seed exploding inside her walls.

  This is what had been missing. This is what he would never again do without.

  He curled grunting softly through every wrenching spurt, raining kisses on the bare skin of her back. “My beautiful Franchesca. You’re mine now.”

  “Pretty sure I was before you filled me up with a gallon of your super sperm in your mother’s cigar room.” He slapped her lightly on the ass. And, liking the sound and her squirmy reaction, did it once more.

  “Music room,” he corrected.

  “Whatever. From now on, I dub this room the secret party orgasm room.”

  Aiden slowly pulled out of her and watched his come drip out of her, wet and hot on her thighs. He found a box of tissues on a completely impractical secretary desk and returned to her. Franchesca seemed to feel no need to get up and put herself back together. And with her breasts bared, her ass in the air, Aiden was oh so tempted to put his half-hard cock back in her.

  “Don’t even think about it, Kilbourn. Clean up in aisle three.”

  He cleaned them both—and the floor—as best he could and pulled her underwear back into place. “I want you to spend the rest of the night with my come inside you.”

  Aiden Kilbourn gushes over girlfriend at hospital fundraiser…

  Is Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor officially off the market?

  Love is in the air for Aiden Kilbourn…

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Their bliss lasted until Monday morning.

  Franchesca steamed past reception, leaving the staff staring after her.

  When Oscar rose from his desk, she shook her head.

  “He better be in there, and no one better interrupt us,” Frankie said, stabbing a finger at him.

  Oscar bobbed his head. “Yes, ma’am!”

  She heaved open the door and marched inside, ignoring the delighted expression on Aiden’s face. He wasn’t allowed to be delighted. He should be shaking in his boots.

  She dropped her iPad on the desk in front of him with the offending article.

  “You can’t just buy a company because some guy was mean to me!”

  Aiden’s gaze flicked down to the headline and back up.

  “Mean to you? Franchesca, he put his hands on you.”

  “So, you bought his company and fired him?”

  “He’s lucky I didn’t do more than that.”

  “Don’t put me in the middle of your pissing contest. Some guy thought he could beat you, so you ruin him?”

  “Some guy thought he could touch you, drag you away from your work, and insult you, and I’m supposed to do what? Nothing?”

  Frankie flopped down in the leather visitor’s chair. Gio had called her on her way into work to tell her he always liked Aiden and approved of his methods. She’d only been at her desk long enough to corroborate the story before she took a personal day and rode the train downtown in a fit of rage.

  She scrolled through more of the article.

  “Oh, my God. He checked into rehab?”

  Aiden looked so unconcerned with the fact that he’d ruined a man’s life, Frankie was aghast.

  “You’re not going to convince me that I should have left him alone,” he said coolly. “And I’m not the only one. Your brothers—”

  “If you agree with my brothers, then we have a problem. They’re idiots.”

  “They have your back, and so do I.”

  “You took it too far, Aiden!” Frankie rose and paced his office.

  “Would it make you feel better if I told you he’s a systemic harasser? That he’s paid off previous accusers? That his company was weeks away from bankruptcy, and all those people would have lost their jobs?”

  She flopped back down in the chair again, suddenly exhausted.

  “You and I, Franchesca? We’re in this together. We belong to each other. And if someone comes after you, they will live to regret it. I expect the same courtesy from you.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “So I’m supposed to say thank you?”

  The door to Aiden’s office flew open. Ferris Kilbourn strode in with Oscar hot on his heels.

  “I need a word with you,” Ferris announced, zeroing in on Aiden behind the desk.

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sp; “Sorry,” Oscar mouthed to Frankie.

  “Why in the hell would you get tangled up in a mess like Goffman’s company?” Ferris demanded, slapping down a newspaper where Frankie had only minutes earlier dumped her tablet. “You’re not thinking with your brain, son.”

  Aiden rose and buttoned his jacket.

  Oscar inched out of the room and quietly closed the door.

  “If you think I’m going to let you throw away everything this family has built over a girl—”

  Frankie cleared her throat and rose from her chair.

  “If you have a problem with the way Aiden is running the company, maybe you shouldn’t have dumped it on him,” she snapped.

  “Don’t insert yourself in family business, Franchesca,” Ferris said coolly.

  “You’ll watch how you speak to her,” Aiden snapped, his voice was cold enough that Frankie shivered.

  “You don’t have the luxury of dabbling in pet projects, Aiden. You have a legacy to fulfill. People are counting on you. I’m counting on you.”

  “If you have a problem with my performance as CEO, take it to the board,” Aiden suggested.

  Frankie moved to stand next to him. “Or, you could trust your son to do right by you and the business,” Frankie spoke up. “You may not understand or particularly like some of his decisions, but you put him in this position. Now it’s time to trust him to do what’s best for your family.”

  “I know what’s best for the family. And you are not it.”

  Frankie crossed her arms. “Said the guy who dumped an empire on his son and said, ‘good luck running it.’ Oh and try to turn your sociopathic half-brother into a contributing adult. I’ll be in the Caribbean.”

  “I’ve given this company everything,” Ferris shouted.

  “What have you given your son besides an impossible responsibility?” Frankie shouted back. “You owe him more than a job. And you know what? Even if he wasn’t your son, what kind of sense does it make to hand over the reins and then expect him to do everything with one hand tied behind his back? You’re sabotaging him because you’re doubting yourself.”

  Ferris glowered at them both and snatched the newspaper off the desk. “You’d better think long and hard about the choices you’re making.” He was speaking to Aiden but pointed the folded paper at Frankie.

  The message was clear. Choose family or choose hot mess girlfriend.

  She felt Aiden’s hand settle at the small of her back.

  * * *

  “Well, that was pleasant,” she said dryly after Ferris stormed out. “Are you okay?”

  Aiden put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. “Come on,” he said, nudging her toward the door.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I want air. And coffee.”

  “Air and coffee sound good.” She watched him slide into his long wool coat, admiring the view of tailored suit, strong jaw, and unreadable eyes. “What if we run into your dad in the elevator?”

  “Then you can hit him with a tray,” Aiden promised.

  Oscar was sitting behind his desk, pretending to be very busy.

  “Oscar, we’re going for coffee. Do you want us to bring anything back for you?” Frankie offered.

  “Double espresso with soy,” Oscar rattled off without looking up from his blank word document where he was typing gibberish. “Please.”

  Frankie wasn’t sure if she or Ferris had scared Oscar more.

  They took the elevator in silence, and Frankie let Aiden lead her through the lobby and out into the frigid first day of March.

  He held her hand but remained silent on the half block walk to a café. Frankie’s nerves all but crackled. Was he ushering her off site to politely explain that things wouldn’t work between them anymore? That they’d had a good run, but family came first?

  She swallowed hard. She couldn’t blame him exactly. She’d been a disaster from the start. In the time since Barbados, she had assaulted his brother, insulted his stepmother, embarrassed his entire family with a public brawl, and now was to blame for Aiden using the company coffers to get even with someone who dared act like an asshole in her presence.

  Maybe she should just do it first. Thanks for all the amazing sex and being a really great, smart, funny, protective boyfriend, Aiden, but it’s time to move on…

  Her heart was pounding so loud in her ears, she didn’t hear him ask her what she wanted the first time.

  “Franchesca?”

  “Oh, sorry. Tea. Ginger?” She needed something to calm her stomach that was currently turning somersaults.

  He ordered for them and led her to a small table in the corner. Solicitously, he helped her out of her coat. If he was letting her take her coat off, was he settling in for a long-winded break up? She’d rather he just rip off the bandage and let it weep pus in the open air.

  Gross.

  “Franchesca,” he began.

  She squeezed her eyes closed, bracing for the brush off.

  But no brush off came. No words at all. She opened one eye to peek. He was watching her with amusement.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m bracing myself.”

  “For what?”

  “For the ‘it’s been nice knowing you’ speech.”

  “That’s what you think?” he laughed. “I’m surprised you didn’t try to beat me to the punch and dump me in the lobby.”

  She blushed.

  “You thought about it?” he asked, somewhere between astonished and amused.

  “I didn’t know what this was. I thought you were mad. I—just shut up. Okay?”

  The barista called Aiden’s name, and still chuckling, he picked up their order.

  He handed her the tea and sank back down in his chair.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what? I’ve done nothing but create disasters since we met.”

  “For doing what no one else in my entire life has had the balls to do. You stood up to my father.”

  “What about your mother?” Frankie asked, blowing on the steam rising from her cup.

  “Mom convinced, cajoled. She never yelled at him. Never called him on his bullshit.”

  “See, this is why people become assholes. They’re insulated by trust funds or glass towers or titles, and everyone else is too scared to point out they’ve turned into a monster.”

  “But you’ll call a monster a monster?”

  “What’s he going to do? Go open a deli next to my parents’ and run them out of business? Kidnap one of my brothers? I’m one of the little people. Not even worth the energy of flicking me off.”

  Aiden shook his head. “But you’re important to me. That makes you important to him.”

  “You’re not suggesting your father would go all Elliot on me, are you?”

  “Kilbourns are ruthless,” Aiden reminded her. “I’ve told you before.”

  “Ruthless or not, hurting me would only hurt you. And as shitty as his attitude is right now, I don’t believe your father wants to hurt you.”

  “What did you mean he was sabotaging me because he’s doubting himself?” Aiden asked, studying her over his coffee.

  “A little psychology. No one walks away from their empire without worrying that they’re making the right decision. He doesn’t know who he’ll be if he’s not part of that empire anymore, and that reality is hitting him.”

  “So you pushed the button?”

  “I Aidened him.”

  “When did you start playing so dirty?” Aiden asked, taking her hand in his and tracing his thumb over her palm.

  “When I started hanging out with the ruthless, pillaging Kilbourns.”

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Aiden checked his phone for messages from Frankie as he headed toward his waiting car. He’d just wrapped another round of meetings with management in Goffman’s app development firm and could feel the excitement of momentum. With a few tweaks to the corporate structure, an overhaul of terrible existing policies, and a rebr
anding under the Kilbourn umbrella, he could see a very bright future for the company.

  His father would have to eat his words on this deal eventually.

  He was opening Frankie’s text when he collided with someone.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out to steady the woman.

  “Oh, Aiden!” Margeaux, the bitchy bridesmaid from Chip and Pru’s wedding, stared up at him, her eyes welling with tears.

  Of all the people to smack into on a busy sidewalk, it had to be the one who would probably sue him or try to blackmail him into bed.

  “Are you hurt?” he asked curtly, looking her over. She wore a camel-colored wool coat. Her blonde hair was curled in thick ringlets that hung down past her shoulders. Her missing eyebrow had mostly grown back.

  She gripped him by the lapels of his coat and threw herself against his chest. “I just need a friendly face,” she said in a tremulous voice.

  Aiden looked over at his car and sighed. So close.

  “I don’t know what to do! My boyfriend and I just got into a fight, and he left me here,” she said, her voice pitching into a wail.

  Aiden gritted his teeth. She was a horrible human being but a horrible human being in need. “Can I offer you a ride?” he asked.

  She nodded, looking up at him as if he were her own personal hero. He didn’t like it. There was something slippery about this woman. Like an eel. He didn’t think she’d appreciate the analogy.

  He opened the door for her and, with a glance over his shoulder, slid in next to her. She crowded him on the seat, leaning against him. “Where can we drop you?” Aiden asked briskly.

  “Oh, Fifth and East 59th. Please.” She added the word like it was an afterthought. It sounded foreign from her lips.

  She was fiddling with her phone, still leaning too close. He pulled out his own phone, using his elbow to dislodge her from his side, and scrolled through his messages. Frankie was leading another social media workshop, and thanks to her known association with Aiden, enrollment had skyrocketed with small business owners hoping the Kilbourn fortune would spread through osmosis.