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CHAPTER 19
Erika
“That’s the suit you’re wearing?” I asked, watching as Lincoln pulled a sleek gray suit from the master bedroom closet, his movements fluid and confident.
He glanced at me, a playful glint in his eyes. “Do you like it?”
I tilted my head, considering. “I think it’s nice. What shirt?”
“You pick,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he swatted my ass lightly, making me yelp in surprise. I was dressed in one of his white t-shirts that barely covered my black lace thong, and his touch sent a spark of heat through me. I shot him a mock glare before heading into the closet.
I rifled through his collection of dress shirts, finally settling on a lavender one that would complement the gray suit perfectly. Pulling it out, I turned to him with a grin. “How about this?”
Lincoln raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. Nothing turns me on more than a man confident enough to wear a feminine color.”
He chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “Really? Maybe I should go all out and wear a pink suit.”
I rolled my eyes, walking over to him. “Elliott, you turn me on no matter what color you wear.”
He gave me a heated look, his gaze dropping to my lips. “You’re making me hard,” he murmured, his hand slipping to his crotch to adjust himself. The outline of his growing erection was visible through his black boxers, the sight making my pulse quicken.
“Sex again?” I asked, arching an eyebrow in mock disapproval.
“Keep that naughty talk up, and I won’t be able to resist,” he warned, his voice a low growl.
I smirked, turning back to the closet. “Let me pick your tie.”
I spun the tie caddy, watching it whirl around until I found the perfect match—a black tie with a subtle check pattern. Pulling it out, I held it up to him. “This one. You’re going to be off the charts on the yummy scale—an eleven, at least.”
Lincoln snorted, shaking his head. “Erika, that is so fucking silly.”
I stuck my tongue at him. “It’s funny.”
Before I could react, he closed the distance between us, pulling me into his arms and lifting the back of my t-shirt to palm my ass. His hands were warm and firm, and I shivered as he squeezed me closer.
“Do you really have to go out tonight?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
I sighed, resisting the urge to melt into him. “It’s a bachelorette party, Elliott. Of course, I need to go out.”
He groaned, nuzzling my neck. “You need to stay home with me.”
“You dominate enough of my time,” I teased, running my fingers through his hair. “Morgan is a nervous wreck, and she needs me to help her unwind. It’s just drinks and dancing.”
“What is poor old Lincoln supposed to do without you all night?” he pouted, his tone half-serious.
“Wait for me,” I said, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips. “I’ll come home all sweaty and sexed up.”
“Mmm, I love when you’re all sweaty and sexed up,” he rumbled, his voice thick with desire. But then his brows furrowed, suspicion creeping into his gaze. “Why would you be all sexed up?”
“All those bodies moving together on the dance floor,” I said, letting the words drip with suggestion. “It’s totally arousing.”
His grip on me tightened, possessiveness flashing in his eyes. “Now I want to go.”
I pulled back just enough to frown at him. “Don’t you dare. This is a girl’s night out. I don’t need you cramping my style.”
He growled playfully, digging his nails lightly into my bare ass before lifting me effortlessly in his arms. “No one touches you,” he said, his voice a mix of playful and deadly serious.
