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find that sweet spot inside you, baby?”
    “I’ve found it, sir.”
    “I want you to rub it with the tips of your fingers while you circle your clit. Are you doing as I say?”
    “Yes, it feels so good, so hot. I need to come so bad, I can feel it growing. Please,” she begged. Her skin felt too tight, on fire, her blood bubbling, overflowing with heat.
    “Not yet. Hold off. Be a good girl and wait until I say you can.”
    “That’s so mean,” she complained, her breath coming in hard, harsh pants.
    Tom chuckled. “You’ll thank me soon. Tap your clit now. How do you feel?”
    “Like I’m going to explode.”
    “Are you hot?”
    “Yes, God, yes, please, sir.”
    “Flick your clit harder, I want you to pump your fingers in and out of your passage. Faster. Faster.”
    Her head thrashed as she followed his orders, his words surrounding her, driving her higher.
    “Come now, Francesca!”
    She exploded, her body bucking off the couch as she screamed.
    “Good girl, let it all out, come for me. Keep tapping that clit. Slowly now,” he crooned. “Come back to me now.”
    Still panting heavily, Frankie fell back into the present.
    “Oh wow.” She was exhausted, sated, satisfied.
    Tom chuckled. “Feel good?”
    “Shit, yeah.”
    “Language,” he warned.
    Frankie held back her sigh. She was in too good a mood to want to ruin it by moaning about his silly rule regarding her swearing.
    “I love you, honey. I wish I was there.”
    “I love you too, Tom. I miss you. It’s lonely here without you.”
    “Why don’t you go spend tomorrow night with Heath and Ava, honey?” Tom asked with concern.
    “Oh no, I’m fine. They’re busy preparing for baby number two. I’d just be in the way.” And she wasn’t in the mood to watch Ava and her brother. She hated it, but she was incredibly jealous of how together Ava was. She was secure in Heath’s love and protection. She had Jaron and even though this pregnancy was putting her through the wringer, soon she’d be bringing another baby into the world.
    While Frankie felt like she was a mess. She didn’t like her job. She couldn’t get pregnant and she was constantly worried that one day Tom would wake up and realize she wasn’t good enough for him.
    “That’s not true, sweetie. Listen to me, I want you to hang up, go get cleaned up and I’ll ring you back in fifteen.”
    “It’s too early to go to bed, Tom,” she whined. She looked at the clock, it wasn’t even nine.
    “You need an early night, miss,” he said sternly. “I can hear the exhaustion in your voice and you’ve still got work tomorrow.”
    “But I haven’t even had dinner.” Frankie knew it was a mistake as soon as she’d said it. She wasn’t even hungry, she was just trying to delay going to bed.
    “You what?” Tom asked her, his voice darkening. Shit. She was in trouble now. “Why not?”
    “I was busy,” she defended.
    “Doing what?”
    Yeah, no way was she telling him about the pregnancy test.
    “Just stuff,” she muttered.
    “Not good enough. Were you even going to eat dinner?” he asked intuitively. Damn it. Having a husband who paid attention could have its downside. Especially when said husband believed in domestic discipline.
    “Probably not. I hate eating by myself.”
    “Not a good excuse, Frankie. We’re going to have a talk about that when I get home.”
    Uh oh, she mouthed to herself. She knew what he meant by talk . Sure, they’d talk. But the conversation would end with her over his lap getting her ass spanked.
    “You have an hour to make yourself some dinner, get cleaned up and into bed. I will call you on your cell phone and I expect you to be in bed, ready for sleep. Understand?”
    Exactly an hour later, Frankie’s cell rang.
    “Hi,” she answered.
    “Hi yourself, gorgeous. You in bed?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m very di sappointed in you, little girl,” Tom told her.
    Immediately, she felt awful.
    “You understand I’m not happy, don’t you? If