Page 46 of Losing Ansley

"Yeah. My ultimate goal is to become a film producer. I have to start somewhere. Right?" The Uber driver stops, and we give our thanks and exit as we make our way to the park entrance. "I have some contacts from the few acting jobs I've done. But working my way up is my priority right now." He sounds determined, and I admire him for that.

"I know you're exhausted right now, but it'll be worth it in the long run," I tell him, and he nods in agreement. We pay for our tour and wait for the next one to start, leaning against a wall.

"I met someone." He tells me, and I arch an eyebrow at him.

"Really? Who is she?" I ask him, and a grin forms on his face.

"She's a recurring extra on the show. Nothing has happened, but I really like her." He tells me, and I turn toward him, leaning my shoulder against the wall. The only woman Dylan has ever been serious about was Rose. After his parents died, they slowly drifted apart, probably because Rose saw how his parents treated Ansley and got frustrated that Dylan was oblivious until cold hard evidence was given to him.

"What's her name?" I ask him.

"Callie. She's very quiet and reserved, but she transforms into a completely different person when she acts. It's kind of amazing to watch." He leans back against the wall with his arms folded. If this had been months ago, I'd tease him about the goofy look on his face, but I understand that feeling now. It's exactly how I feel about Ansley.

Our tour guide arrives and begins to show a few other people and us around the stadium. It's a fun tour, and it's fun hanging out with Dylan. It has been a while. I make a mental note to make sure I dedicate time when I visit to hang out with him. We call another Uber to take us home when the tour is done. I'm a little nervous about the time. With Atlanta traffic, Ansley and I may be late for her event.

I KNOCK ONAnsley's door, waiting for her to let me in. She swings it open, throwing herself in my arms again. I love this side of her.

"I need to get you a key so you don't have to knock every time." She says as her lips land on mine. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her back. I walk her back into her apartment and kick her door shut. After our confession in the park, I need more. I spin her around, so her back is against the door.

"Lincoln." She moans as my mouth moves down her neck. I glance down at her body; she's wearing a low-cut red dress with her hair up.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart. I promise not to mess up your hard work too much." I tell her as I yank her dress up and pull her panties down her legs. She doesn't fight me, stepping out of them as they land on the ground. Her hands go to the button of my jeans, and she undoes them, and I help her push them down. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. I line myself up with her.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" I ask her. As much as I want her, I don't want to hurt her. She nods, biting her lip. I bring my fingers to her center and run them down her fold. She's so wet.

"Always." She whispers, and I groan at her comment as I line up with her and push into her. We both moan as I bottom out. My head falls to her shoulder, and I nip at her.

"You feel so good, Ans." I stay still, enjoying her tight heat around me, until she starts to whine, and I smirk. I love to tease her.

"Say it," I demand, and she lifts her head from where it fell back against the door to look at me, trying to figure out what I mean. Realization hits her, and her mouth lands on mine softly before she pulls away.

"I love you, Lincoln." At her words, I pull back and slam back into her. She gasps, but her eyes never leave mine.

"I love you," I tell her. "So much." Our eyes stay connected as we rock against each other—her different-colored eyes on my hazel eyes. I don't know how we went so long without this. She has always had a piece of my soul, and she always will. Her eyes flutter closed, and her nails dig into my shoulders.

"Eyes on me, gorgeous," I command, and they pop back open. "I want to watch you as you come all over my cock." I tell her, and she moans at my words. She gasps as I roll my hips into her.

"Don't stop. Keep doing that." I smirk, listening to her as our eyes never leave each other. My arms are burning, and I'm gritting my teeth to stop myself from coming before she does. When I think I can't take it anymore, she cries out my name and comes. She clings to me as I thrust into her three more times, and then I moan her name and coat her pussy with my cum.

Holding her tight in my arms, I turn and lean my back against the door, sliding down to the floor. We sit in silence for a while before she finally raises her head. I grasp her jaw gently and bring her mouth to mine. Kissing her softly. I love this woman. Through the turmoil we both grew up in, we were each other's anchor in the storm. I'll never be able to live without her. When I pull back, she has a glazed look in her eye, and I love that I put it there.

"I don't think I'll wear my hair up tonight after all." She whispers, taking me by surprise. I chuckle as I take in her appearance. She did have her hair up when I came in. I'm not even sorry about it.

"You debauched me, sir." She says, causing my cock to twitch inside her. She arches an eyebrow at me, and I grasp her hair to tilt her head back. I run my nose up her jaw.

"We'll explore that another time. We need to leave soon." I growl into her skin, and she moves slightly over me. "Ansley," I warn, and she moves again.

"I don't even want to go." She whispers as she rocks against me again. I bite into her skin, causing her to whimper.

"What about your friend?" I jerk my hips once, then pull myself back under control; I bring my hands to her ass and grip it tightly, holding her still. "She told you she doesn't want to be alone with that asshole Chad." She groans.

"You're right." She admits. I help her off me and give her ass a sharp smack. "Oh!" She gasps out, and I chuckle darkly. I tuck myself into my jeans before standing. Following her to the bathroom, I help her clean up and quickly change into black slacks and a gray button-down shirt.

Ansley pulls the pins in her hair out and runs her fingers through it, so it flows past her shoulders. It's gotten longer since she moved to Atlanta. I lean against the door, putting my hands in my pocket as I watch her apply lipstick. When she's done, she turns and leans against the counter as she stares at me.

"You know it's not fair." She says. I take my hands out of my pockets and cross them over my chest.

"What's not fair?" I ask her. She motions to me, waving her hand up and down.

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