Page 81 of Bourbon and Secrets

I have to smile at that direction. The man can go from serious to sexy in a blink. In one breath, telling me I’ve changed him, and in the next, accepting where I’m at with whatever it is we’re doing. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s older, or that he’s had an entire life before I ever came into it, but I like it.

The shiver his words create works up my arms, and I do what he asks once more, baring myself to him.

He basically growls, “Give me a taste.”

“You’re dirty, Foxx,” I say, smiling and dragging two fingers through my pussy lips.

“Yeah, but you like getting messy for me, don’t you, Peach?”

I move so that I can give him what he’s demanded. Kneeling on the seat, I take my wet fingers and bring them to his mouth, but when he goes to open, I pull them away, taunting. I tsk, and instead of letting him lick them clean, I swipe them across his lower lip.

But before I can play anymore, he grabs my wrist and pulls my fingers into his mouth. The way he hums and swipes histongue across the pads of my skin has my body craving more and winding tighter toward what’s coming.

“Fuck,” he groans. He pulls the middle seatbelt strap and buckles me in before he floors it down the road I grew up on. It’s only another minute or so before he’s pulling into the driveway and circling around the front of his truck, swinging my door open and holding his hand out for me.

“Where are the girls?” I hadn’t thought about the fact that they would be here.

He stops me in the doorway and kisses me—long enough that I feel a little dizzy and short enough that it leaves me wanting more. When he pulls away, he weaves his fingers with mine and says, “Grant and Laney took them and Kit tonight.”

We move inside and he guides me past the stairs, through the living room, and down the hall toward a guest suite on the ground floor. Flipping the lights, he dims them just a pinch and hands me his phone. “Tonight, the only thing I get to think about and take care of is you.”

He reaches behind his head and pulls at the collar of his shirt, whipping it off and tossing it aside. A shirtless Lincoln Foxx sizing up what he wants from me as he undoes his belt buckle is a sight I’ll never forget.

“Whatever I want?” he asks, reiterating what I had promised. Not a single part of me has any interest in taking that back. So I lean against the door as he walks toward the bed, sitting on the edge, legs spread wide.

“Whatever you want.”

Chapter 28

Lincoln

“Tease me,”I say, widening my legs and leaning back on extended arms. A sexy smile plays across her lips as if she can’t wait to do exactly that. She tips her hip to the right and so effortlessly rolls to the left, already drawing me in like the siren she is. As I run my tongue along my lip, I can still taste her there. It’s taking all my restraint to wait for her to come to me.

“You look hungry, Foxx,” she says while she steps out of her boots.

My eyes roam around her body, from her now bare feet up the length of her toned legs and full thighs as she drags the hem of her dress up to those hips. “Starved, baby.”

Her movements stutter for a breath when I call her that.

“Show me,” she says as she pulls the dress up and over her breasts and tosses it aside. Looking down at my lap, she tips her chin toward me. “Show me what I’m teasing.”

I shift my weight and use one hand to unbuckle my belt, tugging the leather out of its notch, and then pull open thebutton to unzip my jeans. My cock has been hard since she put me on my knees at the party. And right now, he’s leaking eagerly for her attention. “Look at you—so fucking beautiful. Show me where you want my mouth,” I say, fixated on her tits.

She gives me a coy look, biting her lip and trailing her fingers up her center to circle around the sheer pink bra she’s wearing. “I want you here.” Her nipples are puffy and looking more than ready to be licked and sucked. Reaching behind her back, she flicks open the clasp and lets the garment fall down her arms and to the floor. “Here.”

She turns her body so I can see the curvature of her back and draws her fingers over her shoulder, up her neck, and just below her jaw. “I want your mouth and teeth dragging along here.”

I’m mesmerized by her, nodding dumbly. My body is tuned in to any small move she makes and every inch she touches, and it feels like I’m strung tight by a live wire.

Looping her fingers into the band of her thong next, she bends at the waist as she rolls it down her thighs and to the floor. Her fingers draw a path up the backs of her thighs, toward the crease of her ass, and along each cheek as she turns her body back to face me. “I want your mouth and your tongue here first.” She follows the same lines of where her panties sat along each hip, then to her apex as she moves two fingers down her center, sighing when she slides them past her clit. Knowing how wet she already is has me swallowing a groan. “Then you’re going to fuck me slowly. Deeply. Right here.”

I sit up as she comes closer. “Your body,” I hum as she reaches me and drags her fingers through my hair. “The way you look at me...” I rest my forehead against her as she stands above me. “I can’t explain how good it feels. And when you touch me...”

She drags her fingers from the nape of my neck and up to the front of my hair as I tilt my head back to look at her. “When I touch you...”

“It feels like I’m important. To you. In that moment. I’ve never been so aware of the simplest touch. The way you taste, how you smell, and then the sight of you wanting me.” I shake my head and smile.

She lowers to her knees and looks up at me through those pretty dark lashes. Tucking her fingers into the waist of my boxer briefs, she urges me to lift, pulling them down my thighs and off. “I’m going to need you in my mouth when you tell me I’m pretty.”

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