Page 42 of Losing Ansley

"We've been official for a few weeks," I tell them. "But I've known him my whole life." When I give them that information, I look at them to see their response. Leslie covers her heart and has hearts in her eyes while Chad scowls.

"That's so sweet!" Leslie exclaims, and Chad scoffs. Leslie turns and glares at him.

"Wouldn't you want to explore your options, though? Instead of going for someone you've known your whole life." He barks out, and I smirk. Oh, we do a lot of exploring and will do a lot more. But I'm not going to tell him that. Leslie rolls her eyes.

"Shut up! I think it's sweet." She exclaims.

"So what does your boyfriend do?" Chad asks mockingly, and I narrow my eyes at him. I'm going to enjoy telling him this.

"He works in technology. His main source of revenue is creating applications for people to trade stocks on. But he also creates websites and applications for local businesses." I explain. Leslie looks impressed.

"Wow! So, your boyfriend is smart." I know I have a goofy look, but I'm proud of him. His dad wanted him to go to school to be a lawyer and join his law firm, but he went to school to learn technology and business, and now look at him. He started from scratch, and now he's doing great.

Chad is about to say something else, but the actress I'm supposed to work with walks up, and I'm saved. They both walk away. Leslie gives me a small wave, and Chad has a dark look on his face.

I'M LYING INbed, staring at my ceiling, feeling incredibly lonely. I haven't visited Lincoln, Caroline, or Liv in weeks. Although Dylan and I do have lunch or dinner together a few times a week. His schedule is crazy like mine, so we often call each other in the middle of the night to grab snacks.

But filming finished today, and I get a break for a few weeks. I want to call Lincoln. It's after midnight on a Friday, but he may already be asleep. I talked to him briefly earlier today, but he was about to go into a meeting, so we couldn't talk long, and I was busy the rest of the day.

That didn't stop me from texting him around lunch time letting him know Leslie was begging me to go out with everyone tomorrow night for drinks. She wants to go, but Chad makes her just as uncomfortable as he makes me, so I promised her I'd be there. I stare at my phone, looking at the last text I sent him.

Me: I wish you could come.

He never replied, which isn't like him. Even when we were arguing, he always responded to me. There's a knock at my door, and I jolt up in bed. I climb off my bed and head to the door; it's probably Dylan. He's done this a few times. I glance out the peephole, and my heart stops, then begins pounding. I rip the door open and throw myself into Lincoln's arms.

He catches me staggering backward but holds me tight like he isn't entirely surprised by this reaction. I lean back to look at his face, and he's smirking at me.

"You're here!" I exclaim, my mouth landing on his. He kisses me enthusiastically, one hand making its way into my hair and the other firmly planted on my waist. We kiss until we're out of breath and then separate.

He rests his forehead on mine. All the loneliness and anxiousness I was feeling seep out of me, and I relax in Lincoln's hold. He prods me, guiding me toward my open door.

"Come on, baby, let's get inside." I walk into my apartment as he leans down to grab his bag and walks in. He drops it on the ground and closes my door, ensuring it's locked, before turning around and pulling me back into his arms.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"You told me you wanted me to come." He whispers as he leans down and kisses me on the nose.

"And you came," I say in awe, and he tilts his head at me.

"Of course, I came. I'll do anything in my control for you, Ans." He says, and I melt. His hands come up to brush the skin showing where my crop top is, and then his hands go under it and cup my breasts, and I gasp.

"I want to talk, but I need to be inside you now." He growls, and I nod in agreement. We tear at each other's clothes as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to bed. He swipes his fingers through my folds and inserts them in my pussy, and I moan.

"Are you ready?" He asks, and I nod vigorously. Then he's lining up with me and slamming into me.

My head falls back as we both moan. His mouth lands on my neck, and he sucks, bites, and licks as he pumps into me. He adjusts his hips, hitting the spot he knows will have my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I have no idea how he has me on the precipice of falling. But I haven't come since he was here almost a month ago.

Since I got a taste of Lincoln, I haven't even desired to touch myself. And I've been too busy to think about it. He leans back to watch as his cock goes in and out of me.

"Fuck! Ansley. I missed you and this pussy." He grounds out as he brings his thumb down to press against my clit, and then I fly over the edge. A few more thrusts, and then he falls with me. He collapses on top of me, and I hold him close for a few seconds before rolling off and pulling him close to kiss me.

"I promise I'll go slower next time." He proclaims, and I laugh softly.

"I'm not complaining. Trust me." I bring my hand up and rub it along his jaw and down his neck to his bicep. "I'm so glad you came. I was going to force Dylan to go with me tomorrow." I say, and concern flashes across his face.

"Tell me about this Chad guy." He demands, and I spill.

"He makes my skin crawl, Lincoln. Whenever he looks at me, I feel like he's undressing me with his eyes or imagining doing unmentionable things to me." I suck in a breath.

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