Page 13 of Losing Ansley

"Were you hanging all over him to make me jealous?" I ask her, bringing my other hand up and playing with a lock of her hair. She tries to turn her head, but I won't let her.

"Maybe." She whispers, and I bring my lips to her jaw and run them up to her ear, pulling it between my lips and biting down.

"Mission accomplished," I hiss and yank her head back further. She moans but doesn't fight me. I bite down on her neck and suck.

"What would he say if you came back to the table with my mark on you?" She gasps as I suck harder.

"Oh god!" She moans, and I grin, leaning back to inspect my work. She looks so good with my mark on her neck. I run my hand down her body and to the hem of her dress.

She doesn't try to stop me; instead, she spreads her legs, even more, making my already hard cock harder. It's straining against my slacks. I want to release it and bury it deep inside her. Now that I've tasted her, I can't get enough.

I pull her dress up, run my hand up her abdomen, and push my hand into her panties. I grip her pussy and thrust two fingers into her. Her head falls back into the wall at the sudden intrusion.

"This pussy is mine," I growl as I pull my fingers out and thrust them back into her.

"Lincoln!" She whisper-yells.

"You need to be quiet, sweetheart or the whole restaurant will hear you." I remind her.

"Now I want to hear you say it. Say this pussy is mine." I demand. She tries to shake her head, but my other hand is still around her throat. I pull my fingers out and thrust them back into her harder. She rocks against my hand.

"You have to stop." She whispers desperately. I mouth at her throat, thrusting my fingers into her again. "Fuck!" She pants.

"Why?" I ask her. She thrusts her hips against my fingers again, and I bring my thumb up to rub against her clit.

"I'm going to come." She says too loud. She warns me, which makes me want to finger fuck her harder, so I do. She bites down on her lip and shakes her head. She's going to be loud, so I remove my hand from around her throat and put it over her mouth.

"Make a mess, sweetheart. I want to feel you drench my hand. I want to taste you even after washing you off me." I stop thrusting, though, and she moans in frustration.

"But not before you say this pussy is mine." I remove my hand from her mouth and she grunts.

"This pussy is yours." She admits and lifts her leg, wrapping it around my leg and pulling me closer as I begin thrusting my fingers into her again and covering her mouth.

She clutches at my shoulders, and then she's coming undone. She moans against my hand, and everything in me wants to kiss her so I can feel that moan on my tongue. She pushes me away when she comes down from her high, causing my fingers to leave her.

She glares at me as she adjusts her dress, but I only smirk, bringing my fingers to my mouth and licking her juices off. Her mouth opens, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

"I can't believe we just did that." There's a knock on the door, and she looks at it in panic.

"You should tell me what Cole says about my mark." I tilt my head at her and arch an eyebrow to see how she will respond. Her mouth pops open as her fingers go to her neck like she remembers it's there.

There's another knock at the door. She takes a deep breath, runs her hands down her dress one more time, and opens the door only to come face to face with her date. I step up behind her, and his eyes dart between her and me.

"Never mind," I tell her, and she glares at me over her shoulder.

"Ansley?" He questions, and she glances back at him. I step around Ansley and pat him on the shoulder, grabbing her hand.

"Sorry, man. She's taken." I pull her down the hallway, and she yanks her hand out of my grip.

"I am not taken!" She screeches, and I turn to look at her. She looks back at her date.

"I'm sorry, Cole. I have to go." She points her thumb at me over her shoulder.

"He'll take care of the check." With that, she walks down the hallway with her head held high. I follow her as she walks to their table, grabs her purse, and exits the restaurant. Sighing, I put my hands in my pockets. I don't give the guy another glance as I walk to the bar, pay my check, and then take care of their check. As I walk out to my car, I silently hope the Corvette is still there, but of course, it's not.

I try to adjust myself discreetly when my phone begins ringing. I run my hands through my hair when I see it's Dylan. What the hell am I doing?

"Hey, Dylan. What's up?" I answer and hear the noise in the background slowly fade away.

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