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He hits the button to make the elevator stop, and he stalks over to me in my corner of the elevator. “You do it for me, Bailey.”
I’m surprised he called me by my last name, and he looks taken aback for a second, too. It very nearly ruins the moment between us. It’s almost like if we can pretend we’re not related to the mess between our families, if we can just disassociate, we’ll be okay.
But that’s not the case.
Still, he plows forward, putting the word behind us, and his lips crash down to mine. He only kisses me for a beat before he moves his lips down my neck and into my cleavage, and then he moves further down and pulls my panties down my legs. He deposits them into his pocket then lifts one of my legs up, tosses it over his shoulder, and proceeds to make a meal of my pussy right there on the elevator.
Mirrors are all around us, and I watch as he licks and sucks my pussy. It’s like something out of some hot porn as I watch him in the mirrored glass, my leg up over his shoulder, his face buried between my legs, my soft moans as his tongue slides in and out of me before sucking on my clit.
His breath catches when he slips his tongue inside me, and the thought that he’s so overwhelmed with my body and my taste is such a turn on that I nearly slip into my climax. I fight it off, stifling a moan as I grab the back of his head and push him further into my pussy. He groans softly, the hum mixed with the scruff on his jaw pure magic against my raw, wet skin, and then the elevator jolts to a start again.
His tongue presses onto my clit when the elevator halts, and fuck I’m so close but I think we’ve arrived on his floor and the doors are about to open. He unhooks my leg from his shoulder and sets it gently to the floor as he straightens to a stand just as the doors glide open, and who else would be standing there as if they just stepped off the other elevator but Jack Dalton and Steve Shanahan?
Lincoln’s chin glistens with the wetness from my pussy, and I swear they each give us a look that tells me they totally know what we were doing in there but I can’t really acknowledge it because I’m so damn close to exploding right now.
Just one mere flick of my clit might do the trick, and I scurry off the elevator as Lincoln exchanges pleasantries with the high-powered men as if he doesn’t have my panties in his pocket, and I do everything in my power to remain cool through the searing ache between my legs.
But it’s nearly impossible…especially when I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Great job at the press conference,” Jack says, and I’m not sure if he’s addressing me or Lincoln, but I can’t look up at him because every time I take another step, there’s the tiniest measure of friction sending jolts of need through me.
“Thanks,” Lincoln answers for both of us. “It seemed well-received given our audience.”
How he maintains his cool in this moment is beyond me.
“I was talking to Jolene,” Jack says with a smirk.
“Oh, I, uh…” I’m sputtering as I try to form words that aren’t purely moans. “Thanks.” I finally manage the single word, and I’m pretty damn proud of myself.
“Where are you two off to?” he asks.
Sex in his office.
“We have a few details to go over before we record our first episode tomorrow,” Lincoln answers, thankfully fielding that one since my brain is currently malfunctioning.
“We’ll let you get to it. I’ll see you this afternoon,” he says to Lincoln with a nod. “Always a pleasure, Ms. Bailey,” he says to me, and then he and Steve head in the opposite direction as I practically run with Lincoln toward his office.
We have one remaining obstacle, and that’s Megan.
“Hey, Coach,” she says brightly. “You have a three o’clock with Jack and Steve, but you’re clear until then. I have three emails for your review and two players who want to meet with you. Can I send them up?” She glances at me with a bit of a question in her eyes.
“Jolene and I are working out a few podcast details. Should take us, oh, maybe twenty minutes?”
I raise both brows. I’ll be done in about twenty seconds if I’m being honest. I nod because I’m still having trouble forming words.
“Right. I’ll give you a half hour,” Megan says, and I swear she shoots me a knowing glance.
I suppose these doors aren’t soundproof.
“Thanks, Megan,” Lincoln says to her, and then he ushers me into his office with his hand on the small of my back.
He slams the door shut behind us and no sooner is it latched shut than his lips crash to mine.
He tastes like the tang of my pussy, and somehow the thought of what he just did to me in that elevator has me practically climbing him with need. I deepen the kiss, picking up the pace as I shove my tongue further into his mouth, and he seems to like that I’m crazy with need for him. He dishes it right back as he starts to buck his hips toward me, that thick, hard cock coming at me over and over and over. It’s exactly what I need from him, and he shoves my skirt up then sets me on the edge of his desk.
He fumbles with his belt for a beat then pulls his cock out, and he slides it right into me without another word between us. I wrap my legs around his waist as I lean back, shifting my hips as he drives into me. I glance down at our connection and see where he’s plowing into me over and over, and just the mere sight of it is enough to push me over the edge.
I cry out as I start to come, and I’m about to fall back onto the desk when he reaches around to hold me. He crushes me against him as I fight through the climax, and he hammers into me, not letting up or slowing down as he searches for his own release. Just as my body stops pulsing over his, he bucks harder twice before he freezes and lets out the hottest growling sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
