Page 56 of Losing Ansley

He leans down and grabs his pants, and I walk forward, taking them out of his hand. I place them on his dresser along with my jumpsuit, and he comes up behind me, crowding me and planting a kiss on my shoulder. I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

"Well?" I prompt him.

"How do you expect me to concentrate when you're teasing me like this?" He asks, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I turn like I'm about to walk away, but he grabs me.

"I was just going to grab my pajamas so I didn't distract you anymore," I tell him, and he grunts as he buries his nose in my hair. I chuckle and hold him close.

"He said he's not sure how much he can help because it's across state lines, but he has contacts in Atlanta, and he'll reach out to them. He also said, more than likely, whoever hired him knows about the accusations, and they won't do anything about it." My mouth gapes at that.

"What about sexual harassment in the workplace?" I ask him, and Lincoln sighs.

"It's messed up, but Julian says they have their own rules and cover for one another. If Chad is good at his job and sought after, he'll be protected, and people will try to push these cases against him under the rug." Anger boils under my skin at hearing this, and I begin to pace.

"What about those girls? Will they get their justice?" I ask him. Lincoln shakes his head.

"Julian is going to look into it. He knows a lot of people, and if he can find out anything, he'll do it. He did suggest having your phone on you at all times and if Chad ever starts saying inappropriate things to you, record it." Lincoln runs his hand through his hair. "I'll kill him if he gets out of line with you."

"Will I get in trouble for recording him without knowing it?" I ask him, and he shakes his head.

"The law says as long as one party knows they're being recorded, it's okay. You'll know, so that will be okay." He explains. I take a deep breath.

"Okay. I don't like that you did that behind my back, Linc." I admonish him. He walks over, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'm not going to lie. I did it because I thought you'd get upset at me for trying to protect you at all costs. I'm kind of surprised you didn't." I shrug.

"You're my boyfriend now. It's a little bit different." I tell him. He nods and kisses me on the forehead.

"I'll tell you everything I find out from Julian, okay?" I take a deep breath and give him a small smile.

"Okay. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm going to take a shower. I did that dance game so much that it made me sweat and feel gross." I tell him and start for the bathroom with him right on my heels. "What are you doing?"

"I'm assuming that was an invitation to shower with you." He replies, and I laugh as he continues to follow me. He turns the shower on, and we get in, cleaning each other. I keep expecting him to take it further, but he doesn't, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

I told him last week about wanting him to fuck me in the ass, and he hasn't brought it up since. I've even read the articles he sent me, and I went to a store and bought a couple of butt plugs to begin getting myself ready.

I'm beginning to wonder if he wants to. We dry off, he pulls on some boxers, and I pull on a nightshirt. When we climb into bed, a knot has settled in my stomach.

He's usually all over me but pulls me into him so my back is to his stomach, and he kisses my neck. I feel him against me, but he's not doing anything about it. Why?

"Good night, sweetheart." I squeeze my eyes shut. I'm being stupid. I know I am, but I can't shut my mind off. I'm eighteen again and being rejected. I feel him push my hair off my neck.

"Ansley?" Huffing, I roll over, push him on his back and straddle his waist. He smirks up at me, oblivious to my inner turmoil.

"Why haven't you tried yet?" I blurt out, and he stills, his eyes narrowing as he tries to figure out what I'm talking about.

"I need you to be more specific." He replies. I grind my teeth because he's going to make me say it out loud again.

"Why haven't you tried to fuck my ass?" I say bluntly. His eyes widen a little before he sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist and flipping me over on my back so he's above me and settling between my thighs.

"It's not because I haven't thought about it every single day since you brought it up." He tells me. He grinds his stiff cock into me, arching an eyebrow at me as if to prove his point.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay after I spanked you. That was the first intense thing we've done. I needed to know you were okay. I sent you those articles. Have you read them?" He asks. I realize now the mistake I made. I never told him I read the articles.

"I did. And…" I trail off and look away, but he grips my chin and makes me look back at him.

"And what?" He asks. I inhale deeply before answering.

"I bought a couple of butt plugs and have been wearing them to help stretch me out," I tell him. His whole chest rumbles against mine.

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