Page 75 of Losing Ansley

I sit at my desk in my home office, looking over some paperwork for the deal I made, waiting for Ansley to arrive home. It's her birthday, and she's either going to be pissed or out of her mind happy. I'm excited to find out which one it's going to be.

"Lincoln! I am going to kick your ass!" Ansley bellows. So pissed it is. I stand and roll my sleeves up to my elbows. Here we go! I slowly walk through the house. I hear her heels clicking as she paces in the foyer. I stop in the doorway and lean against it, watching her. Her head snaps up, and she stomps to me and holds up some papers.

"What the hell is this?" She demands. I cross my arms over my chest.

"It's your birthday present," I tell her. She falters as she looks from me to the papers and back to me again. Taking a step back, she huffs.

"I wanted to do this, Lincoln." She says and takes another step back. I push away from the door and walk toward her, not letting her get too far away.

"You did do it. Everything is in your name. It's under your credit. They will use your deposit. I just did the paperwork for you. And, if you'll let me, I would like to pay for the first six months." I tell her. The fight leaves her, and she melts.

"I…" I eat up the distance between us and wrap my arms around her. "I don't know what to say." She replies. I give her a small kiss on the lips.

"I'd like you to say yes, but that's up to you. You have worked your ass off to buy that building so you can expand. I wanted to make it easier for you. I know you didn't expect your business to explode as it has over these past nine months, so I wanted to help you." I tell her. She wraps her arms around my neck.

"So, everything is under my name?" She asks.

"Yes. I've been working with my lawyers. We have an appointment next week for you to drop off the deposit and sign the paperwork, and the building will be yours. Connor said he'd help tear down walls to make it look like you want it to, and Bec said she'd help you decorate and design it." I explain, and she huffs.

"You've thought of everything." She says. I smile at her.

"You deserve the world, sweetheart, and if it's within my power, I'll give it to you." She exhales and shakes her head.

"You know, you make it really hard to stay mad at you." I laugh and lean in to nuzzle her neck.

"My diabolical plan is working," I whisper in her ear before biting down. She chuckles before pulling away.

"Thank you." She says and leans in to kiss me sweetly. Everything in me wants to turn it dirty, but we're meeting everyone for drinks in thirty minutes, so I pull away. I lay my forehead against hers.

"I love you, sweetheart. I want you to have everything your heart desires." She smirks and rubs her body against mine.

"Everything?" She asks, and I groan.

"We're meeting everyone for drinks in thirty minutes, baby." I remind her, and she sighs, pulling back. "But I have something else for you." I grab the box I had hidden and hand it to her. She smiles wide, puts the papers in her hand on the table, and opens it. She stares at the panties and looks at me.

"Put them on," I instruct her.

"I already have some on." She replies.

"These are special," I tell her. She knows by the expression on her face but reaches under her skirt and pulls her panties down, handing them to me, probably to torture me. I bring them to my nose, and she shakes her head. She grabs the panties out of the box and steps into them, pulling them up her legs.

I put my hand back in my pocket as she smooths her skirt down her legs; she looks back at me and curtsies.

"Happy?" She asks. Then I click the switch in my pocket. Her eyes widen, and her hands land on my forearms.

"Fuck Lincoln!" She brings her body close to mine as she claws at my shoulder. I wrap one arm around her waist so she doesn't fall to the floor.

"I can't wear these." I increase the setting, and her nails dig into the back of my neck.

"Oh my god!" I turn it up again, and her eyes roll back in her head as she chants my name. I turn them off as she clings to me, and I hold her up. After she recovers, she stares at me.

"There's no way I can wear these all night." She tells me and steps back to take them off, but I stop her.

"You can and you will," I command, and her eyes widen.

"Lincoln! They'll all know." I shrug. All of our friends are into kinky shit.

"I won't do it that fast while we're out. I promise." She knows she can use her colors anytime, and I'll stop. She eyes me warily but nods.

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