Page 5 of Losing Ansley

I insert one finger, hooking it to find her sweet spot. Her hands come up to my head, and she holds me to her pussy as she tries to rock against my tongue. I insert another finger and pump them as I scrape my teeth along her. I pull her between my lips and assault her with my tongue until she's screaming my name and coming all over my tongue. I slowly remove my fingers from her and lean back as she tries to catch her breath.

I surge to my feet and unzip my pants. I pull my cock out, wrapping my fingers coated with her wetness around me. I start stroking and moaning, wishing it was her engulfing me, not my hand.

My eyes are still on her swollen pussy lips as I rub my palm up and down my length. Ansley slowly comes down from the high she was riding and sits up, her eyes widening when she sees my cock in my hand. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me to her, forcing my hand away.

"Take what you want, Lincoln." She taunts me as her arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer. I line myself up with her and thrust into her, throwing my head back as my arms come around her to hold her close.

"Fuck, Ansley!" I did not plan on it going this far. I didn't plan on this at all, but now here we are. She's come on my tongue, and now she's riding my dick. I grit my teeth, forcing my orgasm away because I want to see her come again.

"Come on, Ansley. Give me one more." I groan in her ear, kissing her along her jaw. She moans and shakes her head.

"I can't." I huff, wrapping my arms around her waist and laying her back, so I'm pounding into her. I massage her clit with my thumb as I continue to thrust. Before too long, she's clawing at my arms as she comes unglued.

"Don't stop. Keep doing that." I keep the same pace and movement, and then she arches her back and wraps her legs tighter around my waist as her pussy begins pulsing on my cock. I have to bite down on my lip to keep myself from coming. Once she's done, I lean forward, run my lips up her throat, and slam into her. One. Two. Three times. Before pulling out and coming all over her black blouse.

"Ansley! Fuck!" I jack myself until my orgasm subsides, my eyes catch hers, and reality hits. I fucked my best friend's sister and my employee. She notices the panic in my eyes and begins to shut down immediately. She pushes me back and scrambles off my desk, glancing down at her ruined blouse. She pulls her skirt down her hips and looks around for her ruined pair of panties.

"Ansley," I whisper, and she turns on me.

"Don't!" She says with a sob, and my heart breaks. I can't believe I did this. "It was a mistake. I know."

I tuck myself back into my trousers and stand up.

"It wasn't a mistake. You aren't a mistake." I proclaim. She turns her attention to me, giving up looking for her panties.

"I am Lincoln. I'm always the mistake. When are you going to realize that?" Her eyes are brimming with tears as she turns around and storms out of my office. I want to run after her and tell her how much she means to me. She means more to me than she should.

I have fantasized about doing that with her far more than I care to admit, and it never ended like that. Running my hands through my hair, I spot her panties on the fake plant in the corner of my office. I grab them, lifting them to my nose and inhaling. I pocket them and shake my head. What am I going to do? How am I going to fix this?

CHAPTER THREE

ANSLEY

WHAT THEhell did I do? I run to my office to grab my purse and then hightail it to the elevator. Lincoln won't let that go. He'll try to fix it like he tries to fix everything. I push the button to the elevator and glance toward Lincoln's office. I'm surprised he hasn't come looking for me yet. I press the button again and wipe my hands on my skirt. Five minutes ago, this skirt was around my waist, and he was buried inside me.

"Oh god!" I whisper. Nothing will ever be the same again. If it was awkward after the non-kiss we had seven years ago; it's going to be uncomfortable after this. What the hell is taking the elevator so long? Just as I turn toward the staircase, the elevator doors open. I see movement out of the corner of my eye.Lincoln.I rush into the elevator, press the button for the ground floor, and continuously push the close door buttons.

"Ansley!" I push the close button again.

"Close! Dammit!" The doors close just as he stops in front of me, regret evident on his face. I let out a sigh of relief and lean against the wall. I have got to take control of my life. I keep living in the past while everyone else is moving forward.

Caroline found Bass, Liv is going to therapy, and Dylan has decided to move to Atlanta and chase his dream of being a film producer. He keeps trying to talk me into going with him and being a costume designer. I might take him up on that after what happened tonight.

When the elevator makes it to the ground floor, and the doors open, I sigh in relief. I'm ready to go home, shower, drink a bottle of wine and pass out. I stop when I come face to face with Lincoln, and my mouth pops open. What the hell?

"How the hell did you get down here so fast?" I start walking to my car, and he starts walking beside me.

"The stairs." He says simply, and I want to punch him. He got down here before me, and he's not even breathing heavily. I work out, but even I'd be a little out of breath. I smile at the sight of the Corvette. Dylan handed me the keys to the car a few days after the funeral.

He stated he never wanted the thing, to begin with and felt it should have always gone to me. His denial had been so deep, and the rude awakening finally made him see how imperfect our parents were. When we make it to my car, I turn and glare at Lincoln.

"What do you want, Lincoln?" I demand.

"I want to talk about what happened." He states. I put my hand on my hip and cock my head.

"We had sex. What is there to talk about?" I shrug, and he narrows his eyes.

"Ansley." He warns. I'd smirk at his discomfort any other time, but I'm not in the mood right now.

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