Not going to lie; I’ve been nervous about having sex with her. It’s not that I don’t know how to use my dick or that I worry I won’t pleasure her, but it’s been a minute since my dick dipped into a pussy. And it’s been never since it’s had anything as sweet as her. My fear is, I’ll thrust into her and blow my load, becoming a disappointment and embarrassing myself.

Our breathing is harsh as I pump into her. I claim her, rotating my hips from side to side as she writhes underneath me. Her pussy convulses before tightening around my dick, and she says my name when she comes. Her body shakes as her orgasm shatters through her.

“Say it again,” I growl. “Say whose cock just got you off.”

“Lincoln.”

“Yes, baby,” I groan, thrusting into her, trying to control my pace, but now that she’s gotten off, now that I know her cum is alongside my dick, I can’t take it any longer.

Sweat is dripping off my chest, onto her stomach. Raising her legs into the air, I hitch them over my shoulders, wrapping my arms around them, and pound into her.

A few pumps later, I bust inside the condom and collapse on top of her—out of breath, out of energy, out of fucks to give on why it’s not a good idea to be with her.

Us together is a damn good idea if you ask me.

Chapter Sixteen

Cassidy

Lincoln stares at me as I’m drying off my hair, fresh from a shared shower. “What are you up to today?”

Last night, we had hot sex.

This morning, we had slow sex—nearly lovemaking.

Then we had slippery, frantic sex in the shower.

“Going shopping with Georgia.” Goose bumps cover my arms as I reach for my tee. “She wants to girlie up your place.”

I laugh to myself, wondering how Archer will love that. Better yet, he seems to let Georgia do whatever she wants, so he’ll probably just shake his head and move on if it makes her happy.

In the same move I pictured Archer doing, Lincoln laughs and shakes his head. “Oh shit.”

I nod. “Yep, be scared.”

He drops his towel, grabbing for his pants, and my gaze shoots straight to his cock—the one that was inside me while he slammed me against the wet shower wall, our bodies melding into one. Grace was at work, so I moaned while he whispered how good it felt to be inside me.

“I’ll see you at work tonight?” He pulls his pants to his waist, buckling them.

“You’ll see me at work tonight. Are we having a sleepover at your place or mine?”

“Hmm … wherever you want.” He plants a kiss against my lips.

Finally.

Finally, we had sex, and it was perfection.