Chapters (41)
- Cover
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
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As I whisper his name, I already know I want this to happen again.
And again and again.
I’m catching my breath when he pulls away, his lips and chin wet from my juices. He uses his tongue to scoop up the excess on his bottom lip. His grin is cocky, and his face is patterned with the same lust that’s overtaking me.
I throw my arm across the bed and point at my nightstand. “Condom in there. Get inside of me before I die, please and thank you.” I can’t wait for him to fill me to my core and thrust inside me.
He shakes his head. “We’re not having sex yet.”
I wince. “What?”
“We’re not having sex yet.”
With the exception of his panting and his erection brushing against my leg, you’d think he wasn’t fazed by my nakedness or what we did.
“I heard you loud and clear.” My tone grows aggravated because, dammit, I want that large cock inside me. “Why? I’m not a virgin, nor will I get crazy emotionally attached, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Okay, the second statement is somewhat of a lie. I’m already pretty emotionally attached to this man.
“Not what I’m worried about at all.” He rests his palms on the sides of my face, and his chest rubs against mine as he pulls himself forward, up my body. “I’m more worried about myself getting emotionally attached.” He says the last statement so softly underneath his breath that I’m questioning if those words left his mouth.
Stroking my cheek, he peers down at me with an expression I’ve never seen from him before—an expression I’ve never witnessed from anyone—a mixture of arousal, concentration, yet also contentment. A smirk is on his face as he dips his head down and places a quick kiss on my lips, where I briefly taste myself.
He just pleasured me in endless ways, hasn’t received any for himself, but appears content. Lincoln looks as if he’s on top of the world after eating me out, not even concerned about me returning the favor.
I rise up onto my elbows, our faces only inches apart. “Come on. You seriously just gave me an incredible orgasm. It’s not fair for the favor not to be returned.”