Page 87 of Mark & Don't Tell

Scoffing, Linc shakes his head. “Sometimes, I wish you’d met us before all of them, but since I can’t change the past, let me give you the future you deserve. Play whatever you want. It’s not going to bug me, and even if I don’t like a song, I’m not so immature I’ll refuse to listen to it. If it makes you happy, it makes me happy.” Grabbing my hand, he kisses the back of it, then shifts the car into drive. “Now, stop wasting time and play something.”

My chest warms at his words, the feel of his lips against my skin lingering as I pull up the music app and find my most recent obsession. The music has a sultry, sexy soft pop vibe. I brace myself for him to change his mind as soon as he hears the singer, but he simply pulls away from the curve and bobs his head along to the beat.

“What happened to your shoulder? It’s a little red.”

“Oh, it’s only a scrape. I’m clumsy.”

“Should I turn around so I can go fuck the wall up?” he asks.

“No,” I say, chuckling as I pick out a few more songs. When the second starts, the clit teaser bursts to life, and the phone tumbles out of my hands. Click. Click. Click. I grasp the seat, writhing as the vibrations amp up to what has to be the highest setting. My back arches, head falling back as every nerve electrifies.

“Please,” I beg around a moan. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” I rasp, legs clamping together when the teasing pulsing increases. “Lincoln.” I’m begging, but I can’t get out the rest of my request.

He knows. He knows what he’s doing, and somehow, the teaser goes up another level, a godly setting that quickly reminds me I’m not in control; I’m at Lincoln’s mercy. Only, this time, he doesn’t leave me wanting. My chest heaves, stars bursting across my vision as the sensations roll over me, the electric pleasure burning inside of me until I scream, clit contracting and slick coating my thighs.

“Fucking hell, bunny,” he purrs. “That was beautiful.”

I blink and glance at him from my slumped position. Both of his hands are clutching the wheel, knuckles white from how tightly he’s gripping it. I want to ask him to skip dinner and make good on his threat to fuck me over the hood of his car, but, considering my secret, I can’t bring myself to ask.

The underwear he asked me to wear is one thing.

Me begging him to take me before I tell him the truth is another.

“Give me a taste,” he growls.

Straightening in my seat, I side-eye him. “What?”

“You heard me. Let me taste it.”

Slipping my hand between my legs, I sweep my finger inside of my panties, coating my fingers in my essence before taking them out. They glisten with cum and slick.

The car rolls to a stop.

“Daria.”

I glance up and see the stoplight, then catch the desperation on Lincoln’s face. The man looks starved. So, before I can think about all the reasons not to do it, my hand is moving, fingers smearing the moisture across his lips. He catches my wrist and sucks my digits into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed. The groan that rumbles out of him will forever haunt my dreams. Linc savors me, tongue lashing over my skin and stealing every last drop.

The car behind us honks, and Linc’s eyes fly open to meet mine. His pupils are blown, like he’s at the edge of his own self-control, but he fights his instincts, slowly dragging his lips from my fingers. Although they’re wet with his saliva, I can’t find it in me to care, not when he kisses the back of my hand once more.

The car honks again.

Linc sighs. “That asshole is totally killing my vibe.”

I giggle and try to pull away, but he threads his fingers through mine instead, resting our clasped hands on his lap.

“For the record,” he says as he starts to drive, “I love your music.”

My heart skips a beat.

Lincoln makes it easy to forget about my worries. The drive to the restaurant takes thirty minutes, and in that time, all my favorite songs play, and he doesn’t complain once. I’m not sure what it says about me that I was waiting for him to break, waiting for him to go back on his word and tell me to turn it off or say it’s dumb.

He never did, though.

My cheeks hurt from smiling as we’re seated at our table near the windows. The beachfront steakhouse has amazing views of the coast, and with the sun setting, bruising the sky with pink and purple, it’s breathtaking.

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