AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The soft glow of candlelight played upon his perfect features, casting shadows across his face that made him look even more of an otherworldly creature—a god among men.
I’d finally realized he was up to something, and I was more than willing to play along.
His fingers, warm and teasing, brushed lightly against my skin, tracing a tantalizing path along my arm, as I tried to taste my lobster bisque.
I squirmed in my seat, struggling to keep my composure, and taste my damn dinner. But I was starting to crave something else.
Who needed food when you had Lincoln Daniels?
I took a sip of my Diet Coke, my lips touching the glass just as his fingers grazed my cheek. I shivered into my glass, my eyes locking with his in a silent dare.
Lincoln continued his seductive assault, his fingers now drifting lower, playing with a strand of my hair. He wound it around his fingers, tugging ever so slightly, and I couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped my lips. His eyes gleamed at me wickedly.
“Behave,” I mouthed, but he just winked at me.
His touch ventured further as dinner progressed, his hand finding its way to my thigh beneath the table. His fingers danced along the fabric of my dress, inching upward in a maddeningly slow ascent. Each caress was deliberate, sending sparks cascading across my skin.
I feigned interest in the story Walker was telling, but my attention was solely on Lincoln's touch. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, and whispered, "What do you think, Monroe? Should we try the prime rib?"
His voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I had to bite my lower lip to stifle a moan. All I could do was nod.
Somehow no one else at the table seemed to notice what was happening.
Thank fuck.
Lincoln chuckled softly, his fingers now tracing the curve of my inner thigh. My pulse quickened, and I couldn't help but let out a soft, longing sigh.
As the evening progressed, Lincoln’s little game only intensified. He fed me bites of our exquisite meal, his fingers brushing against my lips as I savored the flavors. Each bite was decadent, but it was his touch that left me craving more.
By the time dinner was almost over, my nerves were shot.
I forced myself to take some bites of the bread pudding, my foot tapping in an anxious rhythm, wondering how much longer Lincoln was going to make me wait.
Finally he stood up, grabbing some folded bills out of his wallet and throwing them on the table.
“We’ve got to go,” he said through gritted teeth, desperation finally leaking through.
Ari smirked at us. “What’s the rush? I was thinking we should get some drinks at the bar after this.”
“We’ll have to pass,” Lincoln answered, grabbing my hand and all but dragging me out of my seat and away from the table.
“Bye,” I called out feebly as our three friends cackled at us.
Lincoln didn’t say a word until we were in the elevator. And then all he did was crowd me into a corner, his hand gently grabbing my throat as he leaned in close.
“Mine,” he growled.
And all I could do was nod, my breath coming out in gasps.
It was so true.
* * *
“Take it off,” he ordered the second we’d gotten into the hotel room he’d booked for the night.
“What?” I asked, a little out of sorts from that elevator ride where he’d pushed me against the mirrored wall and finger fucked me.
And hadn’t let me come.
