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I’m not sure if I should be afraid or aroused by the determination on Lincoln’s face. He takes his cock in his hands and strokes it slowly while slipping it between my ass cheeks then teasing my entrance and ass, like he’s not sure which one to push into. In this moment, my entire body flushed with excitement, I don’t even care.

I watch in the mirror as his teeth sink deep into his bottom lip, then he settles on my entrance. He holds himself there for another minute while he strokes himself slowly, preparing himself for the hole he could barely squeeze into last time.

My stomach tightens, my center clenches, and I brace myself for the incoming bite of pain before the pleasure completely takes over. The anticipation is driving me mad. But I don’t have to wait much longer. A second later, Lincoln’s snaking one hand around my stomach to lift me, then he lines up his shaft and pushes inside.

“So fucking tight,” he grits out, eyes rolling back in his head.

Unlike the first time, Lincoln doesn’t stop to ease in and out of me. He takes one long dive down to the depths of my core, and he doesn’t stop until we’re locked together, base to base. From his wide-eyed expression, he’s almost as shocked as I am.

“Are you okay?” His words are breathless as his cock twitches inside me, desperate for friction.

“Better than okay,” I gasp, watching his expression transform from that of a concerned gentleman to a monstrous god of a man about to destroy me with the one-eyed beast between his legs.

I’m so ready.

The corners of his lips curl up, and he slides an arm up my stomach then crosses it over my breasts, hooking me to him. He lifts me so I’m standing as straight as I possibly can, my back arching past anything I knew I was capable of. His other arm slides around my middle. It’s like he’s fastening me to him so that he can have full control of our movements.

He moves his hips back then forward, driving in and out of me a few times before the real intensity begins. Soon enough, he’s drilling into me from behind, fucking me so fast and hard that I know if it weren’t for his embrace, I’d be bucked into oblivion.

His cheek moves to mine as the hand securing my breasts moves up to my neck. It’s such a subtle move that I barely notice it until I’m locking eyes with his darkened gaze in the mirror, and I realize there’s a wild side to this man that transcends anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Beads of sweat begin to escape my pores. My breathing becomes labored, my limbs weakening by the second. As secure as Lincoln is making me feel, it takes every ounce of energy to keep me from turning into the rag doll I could so easily become.

Fuck this man. Fuck what he’s done to me. And fuck him for making me love every dark moment like it’s the brightest light in my universe.

“Linc,” I warn in nothing more than a whispered rasp. “I’m going to come.”

“I can’t fucking wait,” he growls, then he buries himself deeper inside me with his next thrust, quickening his movements until I’m nearly blinded by the force of him.

My orgasm spirals out of me from so deep that I swear every nerve ending in my body comes alive. Lincoln doesn’t stop moving, making my orgasm last forever. By the time my brain is in a fog and my entire body is completely spent, he’s still going, thrusting deeply, unrelenting as he brings himself closer to the edge.

When he yanks himself out and spins me around, I nearly drop to the floor with exhaustion, but Linc is right there to catch me. He lifts me onto the counter, spreads me wide, then buries his cock inside me again. With his arms locked around me and mouth locked against mine, he fucks me, this time at a much slower pace as his orgasm finally peaks. He erupts, warm fluids filling me, his grunts and groans pleasing my ears until there’s nothing left for him to give.

Even when he’s done and his muscles begin to quiver, he doesn’t pull himself from me. Instead, he presses his lips to mine, kissing me like he never wants to let me go. All I can do is silently beg that he never will.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

LINCOLN

My fingers fly across the keyboard, the quick tapping sound, a symphony to my ears after weeks of writer’s block. It’s almost as if I’ve been building up all the things I wanted to say, and my brain is finally ready to let them loose. I must be three thousand words in when I see something move in my peripheral vision.

Looking over to the open door, I don’t stop typing until I see my beautiful Evie smiling back at me, wearing nothing but an old Psi Chi shirt from my closet.

Just the sight of her has my heart revving to life. Francine took Lucy to Durham for the weekend to see some of their old friends. I took the day off work, and Evie doesn’t have to be at the bar until this afternoon. We get the entire weekend together outside of the hours she has to work, but even then, I plan to hang out at Firefly with my laptop just to be close to her.

“Good morning, beautiful.” I sit back in my chair, taking her in. From her long, wavy blonde hair to the black-rimmed glasses she wears only in the mornings before she puts on her contacts, it’s like she’s right at home. After a full week of staying in my home, I would hope so.

“Good morning, yourself.” She looks around. “What time did Francine and Lucy leave?”

I scrunch my nose. “Right after my run. Seven o’clock. Can you believe it? I guess they have a big weekend planned.”

Evie takes a step into my home office, her eyes beginning to wander like that day she came into the office in town for her free consultation. I watch her perusal, fascinated by the books she chooses to pull off the shelves and the photos she stops to look at more closely. I made this office a bit more personal, so there is plenty of Lucy’s art that she made for me at daycare and photos of her from all ages, some of which Francine gifted me after Becca passed.

“Come here,” I say when she finally reaches my desk.

She sinks onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. I kiss her slowly while snaking a hand beneath the soft fabric of her shirt. “This looks so much better on you than it ever did on me.”

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