Contents ( 300)
- The Sin Trilogy
- Meghan March
- Contents
- Note From The Author
- Richer Than Sin
- About Richer Than Sin
- Prologue
- Lincoln
- One
- Lincoln
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Lincoln
- Fifteen
- Whitney
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Whitney
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Whitney
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
- Thirty-Six
- Whitney
- Thirty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Whitney
- Forty-One
- Lincoln
- Forty-Two
- Whitney
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Whitney
- Forty-Five
- Lincoln
- Forty-Six
- Whitney
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Guilty As Sin
- About Guilty As Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Whitney
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Lincoln
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Seven
- Whitney
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Six
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Seven
- Whitney
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Lincoln
- Forty-One
- Whitney
- Forty-Two
- Lincoln
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Lincoln
- Forty-Five
- Whitney
- Forty-Six
- Lincoln
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Five
- Whitney
- Reveling In Sin
- About Reveling in Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Whitney
- Three
- Lincoln
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Lincoln
- Eight
- Whitney
- Nine
- Lincoln
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Lincoln
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Whitney
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Three
- Whitney
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
“I forgive you.”
His mouth finds mine, and every emotion comes through his kiss. Pain, regret, loss, sorrow. I taste them on my lips, and they make the kiss even more bittersweet.
No matter what Lincoln wants, tonight is good-bye.
One last night.
Maybe it’s unfair for me to take it, but it’ll be the memory I hold on to when I’m sleeping alone and missing him.
Fifty-One
Lincoln
I carry Whitney inside, and as soon as I set her down, her fingers tear at the buttons of my shirt. The thread gives way, and they go flying.
She wants me just as badly as I want her. That’s how it’s always been. She’s always matched me kiss for kiss, touch for touch, thrust for thrust.
Tonight, I want to savor her, but she’s rushing, almost desperate to strip us both naked.
I will never not give her what she wants. Never again.
Her robe falls to the floor, revealing her naked curves.
“So fucking beautiful.”
She backs up until her shoulders press against the slider, and she uses the leverage to wrap first one leg around my hip and then the other.
“You sure this is what you want?”
“Yes. I don’t want to forget this.”
“I can give you unforgettable.”
I grip her hips, holding her against the door as I pull back a few inches to fit my cock against her. I open my mouth to ask her if she’s ready, but she’s already soaked.
“You’re always ready for me.”
“I can’t help it. I’ve wanted you all night.”
“I always want to give you what you want.”
With my gaze locked on hers, I push inside her inch by inch, watching her pupils dilate and her bottom lip fall open.
“I love watching you. So sexy. So incredible.”
Her hips buck against me. “Faster.”
“I need you on the bed to do this right.” I pull her off the glass, my hands cupping her ass as I walk to the edge of the bed. Instead of laying her down on her back, I sit, and she kneels above me.
“Take what you need.”
Whitney nods, and she starts to move. I let her set the pace, control every single thing, and she looks fucking magnificent as her head tips back and her black hair swings free.
She pushes at my shoulders and I lie back, shoving us further toward the middle of the bed. Whitney goes wild, her hips bucking and grinding, and she says my name over and over.
I reach out and find her clit with my thumb.
“Oh God. Yes. Yes. Like that.”
Whitney picks up the pace and before long, I’m the one yelling her name as I lose control and empty myself inside her.
Fifty-Two
Whitney
I never want to move. Ever.
Lincoln sleeps beside me on his stomach, his arm stretched out and his hand on my belly. My gaze drifts between his fingers and the sun rising over the gorge.