Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qFrancesca took another shower before she slipped herself into a set of clean and comfortable sleepwear. After she drank the warm soup Norah had prepared for her, she went on to nestle herself snuggly into the bed, ready to turn in for the night. That was when the door crept open.

Good grief. Here he comes again!

“Don't you already know that I'm on the rag?”

Sitting up swiftly, Francesca aimed a pillow at him.

The projectile was snatched out of the air. Placing it underneath his own head, Danrique then laid himself down next to her in the same fluid sequence. Following that, he reached out to reel her petite frame into his arms so that he may cradle her like a kitten.

“Leave me alone!”

Francesca struggled in exasperation as she feared he would be unable to keep his own primal urges in check.

“I just want to cuddle, that's all,” whispered Danrique into her ears as he playfully pinched her behind with his huge mitt. “But no guarantees if you are going to keep up with your squirming like this.”

Upon hearing that, Francesca settled herself down and docilely submitted herself to his embracing.

“Does your abdomen hurt?”

Reaching his warm hand inside of her clothes, he gently massaged her belly in a way that felt oddly soothing for her.

“Not anymore.”

raised her dainty head to regard him. His well-defined features appeared especially charming when illuminated by the mellow light

kiss him caused her

sentiments, he continued to hail her softly under his breath. “It's

used to address

past, she could still remember that they had indeed shared a delightful

fragments came back to her quite often, sans some of the details

then!” scoffed Danrique, rolling his eyes. “Calling me 'hey

Yeah. That does seem like something I'd say,” said Francesca with a laugh. “In that case, why did you call me

said your name was when I asked!” replied

concentration. “Cece does sound familiar, but I don't think that's

“Enough of that.”

Danrique leaned in to suck on her

“Mmph...”

with both hands on his shoulders, petrified by the thought of what

scintillating presence and fiery passion

anxiety, tension mounted throughout Francesca's body, prompting her to

and