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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Oral sex with Lincoln …
There’s nothing like it.
Nothing hotter.
I can’t even imagine how actual sex will be with him.
We’re in my bathroom, naked and cleaning ourselves up—along with taking off the Halloween makeup. When I saw myself in the mirror, I was horrified. Runny mascara, smeared lipstick, and patches of glitter described my face.
A silence hangs in the air, but it’s comfortable. I’m riding off the high of being with Lincoln, and exhaustion is starting to sink in from my orgasm and giving my all while sucking Lincoln’s cock. My goal was to get him off faster than any other woman who’d had her mouth on his dick.
Walking back into the bedroom, I open my dresser to snag my pajamas as Lincoln stands in the doorway, still naked. He retrieves his boxers from the floor and pulls them up his legs.
There’s a question riding on the tip of my tongue that I’m nervous to ask. I say it while pulling the shirt over my head, so he can’t see the hesitation on my face. “Are you staying over?” I sound somewhat muffled when the cotton rubs against my lips.
“Cass, I just had my mouth between your legs,” he replies with a hint of amusement in his voice. “You think I’m going to walk out of here ten minutes later? Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
My body relaxes as I yank the shorts up my legs and tighten the string around my waist. Not only is it amazing that he’s staying but I also know I’ll sleep better with him at my side. There will be no Quinton fears when I’m in Lincoln’s arms.
When Lincoln slides into bed with me, it’s comfortable. Without hesitation, he wraps his strong arm around me and drags me into him, my back pressing against his chest.
Lying in his arms, I’ve never felt safer. At the point when I thought I was done with relationships, done with men, when my trust was the lowest it’d ever been, he stepped into my life and changed that.
For the first time in what seems like forever, I fall to sleep without fear.
Without wondering if someone will be sneaking in my house.
I fall asleep in the arms of a man I know is perfect for me.
And a man I’m afraid of losing.
Chapter Thirteen
Lincoln
My first morning waking up with Cassidy.