Novels by Leigh Frankie

Millie snorted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you’re not wrong,” she said, a hint of humor in her voice. “I say what I think, even when I probably shouldn’t. And I usually regret it after.” She shrugged. “Cara’s always telling me I don’t think things through—and she’s right. I might seem clueless sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get what’s going on.”Ethan shifted onto his back. “Then you get that what happens here stays here. I might like you, Amelia. Maybe more than I should. But that’s all it is. I don’t do feelings.”His words hit like cold air, clearing out whatever warmth was left. Millie blinked, trying to keep her expression steady, but the sting was there.She stared at the ceiling. Ethan’s fiancée flashed in her mind. Was that why he kept his walls up? Was he still stuck in the past—with someone he’d lost? Still in love with her? Trapped in guilt and grief, not ready—or maybe not able—to let go?She lifted her chin, hiding the sting of his words behind a flat, practiced

Ethan got up from the bed and walked to the bar, grabbing a bottle and pouring himself a drink. His eyes flicked to Millie’s glistening center between her parted legs. When she started to close them, he grunted.“Did I tell you to close your legs, Amelia?”“You’re the one getting a drink,” Millie said, rising from the bed and walking toward him.A slow, hungry smile curved his lips. He took a sip, then lifted her chin, fingers tracing along her jaw. His mouth hovered close, and her eyes fluttered shut. The need for him hit hard.She hadn’t known this feeling before—this urge to give in. Not just desire, but a deep, primal pull. Maybe that’s why, no matter how much she tried to resist, she kept getting drawn to the Morettis.Ethan finished his drink and set the glass down. Then he pulled her in and kissed her hard. His mouth crushed hers, tongue deep, hands gripping her face like he needed her.She’d done things with him that no other man had ever asked of her. But he’d never kissed he

“Oh, fuck!” Ethan growled, and just when he was about to reach his climax, he let go and rose up on his knees, bringing his cock straight in front of her eyes. Millie sat up, her fingers running through her hair, and he grasped a handful of it, using it to guide her forward.“Open your mouth, darling.”Darling? That was the first sweet thing he had ever called her.Millie obeyed, her lips parting, and Ethan pressed forward until his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag.He withdrew instantly. “Are you okay?”She finished coughing, her eyes a bit watery. “Yes.” She took a deep breath, calming her nerves. I can do this.She wrapped her hand around the base of Ethan’s cock, her fingers circling the thick member. The weight and heat of him pulsed in her hand, sending a shiver of excitement through her. His cock was impressive, she had to admit, matching Ethan’s powerful presence perfectly.Feeling more confident, she took the tip into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around th

“Amelia, are you okay?” Ethan asked, stepping into the room. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp, concerned eyes locked onto Millie. He shrugged off his jacket and loosened his collar, giving him a slightly disheveled look.Millie sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slouched. She rubbed the back of her neck with one hand, her face flushed. “Yeah,” she mumbled, her voice soft. “I’m just feeling warm. Must be that pill Nina gave me. I think I’m having some kind of reaction.”Ethan’s expression hardened as he moved closer. “What pill?”“She said it was some herbal cocktail to help me relax,” Millie replied, fidgeting with her hands.Ethan’s brow furrowed. “And are you feeling relaxed right now?”Millie gave a faint smile and shook her head. “I don’t know. I feel… weird. Like I’m...” Her voice trailed off as her gaze shifted to Ethan. Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she bit her lower lip, her breathing quickening slightly.Ethan let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of

Millie didn’t respond. Her stomach churned as she turned her attention back to the scene in front of her. The two men had found a rhythm, their movements synchronized as they worked together to bring the woman quickly to her climax. And she couldn’t look away as the woman’s body suddenly shuddered, her cries of pleasure echoing through the garden. For a moment, everything seemed to hold its breath.She turned her gaze quickly, hoping for a reprieve, but her eyes landed on another couple nearby. A man had pulled a woman onto the grass, laid her back, and thrust into her with relentless intensity. He drew loud, uninhibited moans from her lips with each powerful movement.The air around Millie felt heavy with the sounds of orgasms rippling through the night. Gasps, groans, and cries of ecstasy seemed to surround her, filling her ears and her mind. The bodies glistened in the low light, their skin slick with oil or sweat, moving together in raw, uninhibited passion.Suddenly, a strange wa

Millie’s feet felt rooted to the floor, but she forced herself to move, her eyes darting away from the obscene scene before her. She couldn’t help but notice how out of place they looked—fully clothed while everyone else was butt-naked, sweat-slicked bodies gleaming under the golden light. The heat of the room and the charged atmosphere made her feel like she couldn’t breathe. Nina took her hand, her grip steady and guiding, and led her through the room. Millie’s chest tightened with every step until, finally, they pushed through a set of doors and stepped outside. Relief washed over her as the cool night air, carrying the salty tang of the nearby ocean, hit her like a wave. She gasped, her lungs grateful for the fresh air. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly aware of the chill. She wasn’t sure if it was the ocean breeze or the lingering shock of what she had witnessed. Her hands trembled slightly, and she pressed them against her arms to steady herself. They walked i