His Everything

By Frankie Love

The moment we meet, I know she's everything I ever wanted.
And when she tells me her fantasies … there's nothing that will stop me from making them come true.
She asks me to play her baby-daddy and wants the role of my wife.
I'll give in to her domestic kink … after all, she's a virgin determined to get her cherry popped -- and with a body as delicious as hers, I know I'll need another taste.
We share one unforgettable night and make plans for plenty more … but then she disappears into thin air.
No trace.
No name.
All I have is the memory of her innocence and the belief that what we had was real.
Nothing will stop me from finding her.
She's my everything ... and I'll make sure she never forgets it.

Dear Reader,
This is a filthy-sweet story with kinky undertones … well, not really under … more like on top of and inside. Filled with, even. It's got amnesia, oysters, and plenty of shucking.
xo, frankie

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frankie Love
• Release date: Oct 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201968311

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie. Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! **Frankie also writes under the name Charlie Hart!

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Chapter One

Liam

My last shift was a motherfucking grind. Working the ER has been good for a decade, but I’m over it. I need a change of scenery. Especially tonight. The last thing I want to think about is work.

That’s why when I got off the clock, I took a quick shower at the hospital, pulled on my jeans and headed to a bar. A bar where I wouldn’t find any co-workers. Because if anyone asks me about work tonight, I’m gonna change the goddamn subject. My life can’t just be about triage -- but right now, that’s what it feels like.

I’ve thrown back a vodka soda and have just ordered a second. It feels good, and being at this rooftop oyster bar on the Seattle waterfront was a good call. It’s a gorgeous June night, warm for starters––the fucking rain of winter has finally passed. There’s nothing but the salty night air, the black sky lit by the giant Ferris wheel on the pier, and the lights of the ferryboats that crisscross the sound.

The bartender hands me my second drink and I feel my shoulders fall, finally relaxing and remembering what it’s like to be out of scrubs. It’s about damn time. For the last few months, it’s been all work no play, and I’m exhausted by the monotony. I want more from my life than emergencies. I want to slow the hell down and remember to look up.

And when I do, I see a gorgeous woman walking straight toward me. Her eyes are on the empty seat beside me, but my eyes? They’re only on her.

My cock is hard in seconds. Damn, maybe I need more than a few days off. Maybe I need to get fucking laid.

And when she slides into the seat beside me, I take in her perky tits and petite frame. She looks delicate and pure––like I could set her on my lap and she’d fit perfectly. I can’t help but stare, she’s a fucking goddess, sitting here with eyes full of longing and anticipation. As if she needs a night out as badly as I do.

She sets down her purse and sighs audibly. Then she rolls her head as if releasing the tension in her neck and all I can think is that I have a few ideas of how I could relax her even more. I’d lay this girl on her back and show her how good I am at taking care of my patients.

She reaches for a menu and scans it, not having noticed me.

She pushes her lips forward as if overwhelmed and confused, muttering under her breath, Penn Cove, Drayton Harbor, Hama Hama...what?

I can’t help but chime in. You okay?

She lifts her eyes and looks over at me. I swear to God her eyes brighten as she takes me in. You know anything about oysters? she asks. I’ve never been to an oyster bar and am a little overwhelmed.

I run my hand over my jaw, ready to help. Sure, I can tell you anything you need to know. She smiles at that and I can’t help but ask, What made you come to one if you’ve never been before?

My sister gave me a gift card for this place. Thinks I need to get out more, expand my horizons. She’s probably right. She shrugs. But I shouldn’t have come alone. I just ... she shakes her head, sighing, I just really needed a night off.

From work? I ask. When she nods, I tell her I need a night off too.

What do you do? she asks.

I raise a hand. No talking work tonight. I promised myself I wouldn’t. But let’s just say it’s a grind.

At this, she lifts her chin in understanding. I get it. I work so hard for people who don’t appreciate me. I’m not saying I’m amazing, but I’m good at my job. Sometimes it would be nice if they saw that too.

I smirk, understanding completely. I can work a 72-hour shift straight at the hospital and the director can still have the gall to ask when I’m going to speak at a conference to give the hospital free publicity.

Before we get the oysters, I think you need a drink.

She nods. Definitely. I usually order white wine. But tonight I feel like I should have a cocktail.

I agree. I raise my glass. What are you having? I ask, getting the attention of the bartender. I hand her the list of drinks, and she points out the clever names.

The Mustache Ride, she laughs. Cute. But I’m thinking Tall Tales sounds better. Champagne with lemon ... though I don’t know what Singani63 is.

It’s a brandy, I tell her, ordering her the drink. So, what Tall Tales are you planning on spinning tonight?

Her eyes light up. Hmmm... should we have some fun? she asks.

I nod. I need some fucking fun after the week I’ve had.

She tilts her head, her hand resting on mine. Has it been bad? she asks.

It’s hard to concentrate with her hand on mine, her skin is soft, but more than that, when we touch there is a current of electricity between us.

She feels it too because she leans closer, close enough for me to breathe in her shampoo. I swear she smells like a piece of coconut candy. Warm and sweet and it brings me back to college spring break. Which makes me give this gorgeous girl with waist long blonde hair and blue eyes another glance, wondering how old she is.

But then the bartender brings back her drink, but before he gives it to her, he asks for her ID just to be sure. She reaches into her pocket and takes out her