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“Does that mean you’re okay with it?” he asked, his voice filled with hope as he searched my face for any sign of hesitation.
“Morgan says I should try it, so I guess you’ll be my first,” I admitted, my tone light but with an underlying seriousness.
“I find it hard to believe you haven’t had a man in love with you,” he said, a hint of disbelief coloring his words as he raised an eyebrow at me.
“Oh, I’ve had plenty of men in love with me. I just never gave it back,” I replied, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.
“Excuse me? Say that again,” he demanded, his voice taking on a mock sternness as he tightened his grip on me.
“I’ll do you one better—I love you,” I said, my voice soft but steady. The truth of it settled in my chest like a warm glow.
“You love me?” he echoed, his eyes widening in surprise as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.
“Why are you so surprised? You’re easy to love. Persistent and a little bit of a pain in my ass,” I teased, a grin spreading across my face.
Lincoln’s hand slid down between us, cupping my right ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze before his fingers moved to my left, seeking out my clit. I gasped as he began to rub slow, lazy circles, pulling my leg over his hip before guiding his cock into me.
“Shit, that feels good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I tightened around him, and he hissed, “Don’t, sweetheart, I’ll come.”
I giggled, a wicked smile spreading across my lips. “Isn’t that the point?”
“But not like a virgin on his first go,” he said, his voice strained as he tried to hold back.
“Shut up, Elliott, and fuck me,” I commanded, my voice low and sultry as I tightened my grip on him, urging him on.
Lincoln slipped his arm under my body, steadying my torso as he pressed his hips against mine, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The friction was intoxicating, and I could feel every inch of him as he thrust into me. His fingers found my swollen nub, and he began to rub faster, his touch sending electric currents through my body. I gasped, gripping his wrist as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave.
“Erika,” he moaned, his voice rough and breathless, as I panted through the waves of pleasure, my body quivering in his arms. Vulnerability hung in the air between us, a potent mix of power and submission. We were equals in this moment, two forces colliding and blending into one.
Lincoln’s hips moved faster, the tension in his body building until I felt him stiffen against me. With a low grunt, he exploded inside me, his release triggering a final shudder through my own body. We lay there in a tangled heap, our breathing heavy and labored, the world outside fading into nothingness.
The quiet was broken by the shrill ring of Lincoln’s phone. He reached over to answer it, still buried deep inside me. I turned my head to stare at him, disbelief flashing in my eyes as he casually took a call, his voice smooth and professional despite the very compromising position we were in.
I tried to pull away, the oddness of the situation creeping into my mind, but Lincoln held me tight, his arm a firm anchor around my waist. He finished the call in less than two minutes, hanging up with a calm, “Talk to you later.”
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I said, my voice tinged with disbelief.
“Don’t be surprised,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’ve been in more compromising positions when taking client calls.”
I arched an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. “More compromising than your dick inside me?”
He chuckled, pulling out of me as he began to soften, rolling onto his back. “I think so,” he said, his tone teasing.
“Tell me,” I demanded, turning to face him. I rested my head on his shoulder, my fingers tracing lazy circles around his nipples. “Unless it’s so illicit I’ll blush.”
“Pervert?” he laughed, shaking his head. “You make me sound like a criminal.”
“What have you done?” I asked, curiosity bubbling up inside me.
“I’ve gotten a blowjob while negotiating a deal,” he confessed, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“And you didn’t slip with a moan or a grunt?” I teased, biting my lower lip.
“Nope. I was pretty quiet,” he said, his chest puffing slightly with pride. “My client had no idea, and I closed the deal.”
“You’re bold,” I said, my voice dropping as I leaned in and bit into his nipple, eliciting a gasp from him.
“Stop teasing, or else,” he warned, his tone playful yet laced with heat.
