Jet?

A tired Frankie dragged herself home and collapsed on the sofa as she got there. The house was silent so she assumed Rome had gone to work and no bothersome soul was around. She lazily dragged herself to her room and pulled a suitcase out where she stuffed the clothes, she was going to use for the three days she was going to be home. After doing what she considered the hell of traveling, she collapsed on the bed only to wake up later at night.

The aroma of cooked food drove her out of her bed to the kitchen where she found Rome cooking, he was making noodles and vegetables cutting them with the utmost care and she couldn't help smiling and creeping behind him to hug him. "You're cute, aren't you hubby?" she knew he was making an effort to learn all of this and even though the meal was simple, she appreciated the thought.

He tilted his head a bit to look at her. "I am not cute." He said with narrowed eyes and something like a pout making him cuter.

Pinching his cheek, she stood beside him, looking at his work. "Oh yes you are, when did you get home, I didn't hear you come in?"

Rome glanced at her before attending to the boiling noodles. "You were dead asleep, Love, how could you hear me?" then he turned serious. "Do they overwork you? You don't have to work so hard, I could…"

"Pull some strings and whatnot," she imitated him with a bored look before spotting apples on a bowl on the island and going to pick them up. "You do know that I love doing this, right? And even if I don't let me solve some things on my own, you can't be the solution all the time."

Rome wiped his wet hands on the apron and moved to her. "Can't I?"

Frankie moved backward, were they still talking about work? "Hey, make dinner, I am in the home theatre." and she ran away as fast as she could leaving Rome laughing behind her. She had just picked a movie and was about to watch it when he called her to dinner, which she ignored anyway and watched her movie only to be carried ten minutes later forcefully to the dining table. "So rude." She sat down with a huff and started eating leaving Rome watching her with a small smile.

Wondering how he ever got lucky to have this funny unpredictable creature in his life. She was everything a man wanted, beautiful, curvy, friendly, good-hearted, rebellious, cute, intelligent… he could go on and on. He only wanted to have her by his side every minute of the day, make dinner for her or with her every evening, oversleep with her, come after his morning run and pull her in his embrace, kiss her senseless, fight with her over every damn thing and make it up with a hug or a kiss…that reminded him of their talk in the morning and how he despised the thought of it.

"Love," he sat across her and folded his hands before him. "I don't want you to go."

Frankie paused the spoon that was going to her mouth and blinked at him then broke into a full grin. "Clingy, are we?"

Not that he knew what was funny about that but he still wanted her to stay. "Or I could come with you…"

She didn't even let him finish. "Or you could stay, you are receiving the U.S. president you fool, how could you miss that?"

Rome lifted a brow. "Do you even love me?" he accused making Frankie laugh.

"Seriously, I am being the sensible one here, I wonder if you're the right heir to the throne because you don't seem to be thinking straight at all."

She stopped and looked at Rome who had sunk on his chair and laughed out loud. "Love, will you take the jet at least?"

She shook her head holding back a smile. "I have a ticket, using Kenyan's jumbo jet, darling."

Rome sulked even more. "Who even got you a ticket, I swear if it's Peter I am going to make sure he never uses his hands again, that…that…hmpf." He crossed his hands on his chest childishly making Frankie laugh even more as she reached to pinch his cheeks. "Just get done with your dinner so that I could cuddle you to sleep until… how long was it?"

She grinned more. "Three days."

"Three days? One, two, three, wifey, are you punishing me for something?" Now he was being dramatic. "Is this the punishment for hiding my vampire self from you but I thought you forgave me two weeks ago."

Frankie only shook her head in disbelief, this man was something else. She finished her dinner and went to take a shower where she emerged later wearing her pajama jumpsuit. "Rome…" The moment his eyes landed on what she was wearing, he shook his head with disapproval.

"How do you even wear something like that to sleep, do I have a disease or something, where are the T-shirts and shorts you liked to wear?"

Laughing at him she went into the closet and came out later with only an oversized T-shirt on and she swore she saw something glint in Rome's eyes. "Babe are you okay?" she said teasingly as she crawled on the bed on all fours. By the time she got to him, his eyes were red, and fuck, why did she find them so sexy. "Someone's extra horny."

She was grabbed and in a blink of an eye, she was under him, her legs circling his waist. "You love to be a temptation, don't you darling?" he asked in his husky voice and Frankie swallowed hard, had she provoked the monster too much today?

"Ohm, I'm sorry?" she tried but he shook his head.

"Oh no, darling, today you aren't getting away." He leaned closer and captured her lips for a brief kiss and before she could enjoy it, he pulled away with a smirk. "Let me be the devil tonight." Why did she provoke him… she yelped when she was pulled by the legs making her pelvis come into contact with his hard and on instinct her legs curled tighter around his waist and she saw him close his eyes with a hiss. "Fuck you, little temptation."

She smirked but a thought crossed her mind, how would it feel like to have him in her and her in him? How would it feel like to be one with him? "I didn't start this," she said lowly.

Rome leaned lower and lower and her heart beat with anticipation. He gave her a peck on the lips, kissed her cheeks then moved to her ear where he ran his tongue before reaching her earlobe where he sucked hard making her shiver in pleasure. He descended slowly, taking his time with her. Kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear and she was sure she was wet down there, he sucked and bit it and she moaned. When he ground his body against hers, the heat between her legs couldn't be ignored anymore. Was she aroused? He trailed kisses down her neck and when she thought he would go further, he stopped making her groan with displeasure.

"What Love, now you're frustrated?" he asked with a lazy smile looking down at her, his elbows beside her supporting his weight and caging her in the middle.

She turned her head to avert her eyes but his fingers grabbed her chin firmly but gently and made her look at him. "I hate you," she spat out before getting lost in his red pupil, he looked so gorgeous, so handsome, so him, she wanted to squeeze him in her hands and never let him go.

"I'll give you what you want." Frankie's heart almost leaped out of her chest, he would what? She didn't even need to think anymore when she felt his tongue on her inner thighs as his fingers held her butt in place. His hot tongue moved upwards and she inhaled sharply, whatever was happening between her legs was beyond her knowledge.

When he went up, she found herself tightening her legs. "Love," he looked up at her, and the sexy smirk he wore seemed to turn her on more. "Let them lose, trust me."

Why on earth had she been a virgin if there was something this sweet, and they weren't even having sex? She listened to him and let them lose, letting his wet tongue do magic to her. The moment he pulled off her lingerie or the threads she had worn to tease him a bit, she was in the skies. "R-Rome," she moaned his name when she felt his hot tongue on her core.