Shivers ripple over my skin, and my nipples tighten into even harder buds as he sucks each digit into his mouth.

“What if I want to taste you instead?” He scrapes his teeth along the pad of my finger, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to agree to whatever he wants, but I find the strength to shake my head.

“I want to watch you first.”

His hazel gaze heats. “Then that’s what you’re going to get.”

With my hand tucked into his, he leads me toward the bedroom in a suite that’s even larger than my own. I should probably ask why he’s here, but I don’t care enough to waste the time.

“Where do you want me, Blue?”

I don’t hesitate to nod at the chaise in the bedroom. “Right there.”

My breathing picks up as his lips curve, and he backs up until he’s a foot away.

“Any other requests?”

I bite down on my lip, wondering if I really dare ask for everything I imagined in my fantasy. “Shirt and tie off. Don’t sit yet.”

My orders sound confident . . . because I feel it. Lincoln’s following my commands. I’m in control. It’s a heady feeling.

He pulls the tail of his tie free of the knot and holds it out like he’s going to drop it on the floor.

“Throw it to me.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “What are you going to do with it?”

“Whatever I want.”

His gaze heats further as he tosses it toward me.

I snag the tie out of the air and wrap it around my fist. “Now, strip.”

Nostrils flaring, Lincoln undoes one button at a time, and I reach for the snap on my shorts. As he drops his shirt on the floor, I shove my shorts down my legs and kick them aside. Lincoln’s teeth graze his lower lip as he reaches for his belt.

I settle on the bed, the tie slipping from my fingers as I get comfortable.

“If you touch yourself, I’m not gonna last long.”

“You mean if I do this?” I slide my fingers into the waistband of my panties and let out a little gasp as they skim over my slickness.

“Fuck me,” he says on a groan.

I shake my head. “Not right now. I’m busy.”

Part of me can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I feel no shame. No embarrassment. Actually, the more his control shreds, the more powerful I feel. I’m calling the shots here.

Lincoln shoves down his zipper, and his cock bobs free of his pants.

My fantasy was wrong. There are no boxer briefs.

I drag my index finger over my clit, and my hips jerk at the spike of pleasure.

“Jesus, fuck. You’re so goddamn sexy.” Lincoln fists his cock and gives it a rough tug.

I put more pressure on my clit and demand, “Do that again.”

Lincoln slowly jerks his shaft, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I push two fingers inside myself and buck against my hand. His chest rises and falls as he watches me, lust practically rolling off him in waves.