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He arched beneath her, pressing harder against her core. The tip of his cock rubbed her clit.
“Oh God.”
He chuckled, the sound a little strained. “We have to talk about these nicknames you keep giving me.”
“I didn’t just call you ‘God.’” She groaned as he hit that sweet spot again and again. “But we can talk about your other nickname.”
“Oh, we will, trust me.” His hands moved behind her, urging her forward. “I want that nipple in my mouth, Claire.”
As if she’d say no. Besides, tipping forward to allow him access only pressed her harder against that thickness between her legs. “Lincoln—”
His lips surrounded her nipple. The tip of his tongue traced her, wet her for him, and then heat swamped her as he gave a firm suck. When he stroked her clit again, she detonated.
Damn.
Lincoln held her firmly against him as she bucked, his mouth refusing to release her, his body steady beneath her. When the contractions eased, she gave an embarrassed laugh. “Um, that was quicker than I meant it to be.”
“Oh, we’re not done yet.” Without dumping her off, he maneuvered himself up against the headboard until his mouth came level with her breasts. “I don’t have another condom, but—”
“I do.”
The words embarrassed her immediately. She’d been brought up to believe good girls didn’t own condoms unless they were planning to do something they shouldn’t. Not that she thought that way anymore, but some reactions were automatic.
Lincoln didn’t even blink. “Perfect. Grab one?”
The groan that escaped him, the way he gripped her hips when she leaned over, her body sliding along his cock again, sparked a feeling of satisfaction deep inside her. Retrieving a condom from her nightstand drawer, she presented it to Lincoln.
“Put it on me.”
Her core spasmed again at the rough words. Scooting back, she tore the packet open and, carefully, since she’d never done this before, smoothed it over the dark length of his engorged penis. She’d probably never tell him out loud, but he was beautiful too. She’d heard other women say naked men weren’t pretty to look at, but they were wrong. Lincoln was far more than pretty; he was sizzling, and she didn’t think she’d ever get enough of seeing him naked. Next time she wanted to see him in the sunlight, every detail open to her eyes—and her hands.
“There you go. Now up.” He held his shaft pointed toward the ceiling, waiting for her. Claire scooted back up his body, kneeling above that mouthwatering sight, and eased her way down onto him.
Her breath caught. God, he was a tight fit. And felt so, so good.
“I want you to come again for me, Claire.”
“I can’t—”
“You can,” he growled. “I’ll show you that you can.”
She’d never had two orgasms in a row before, but she wasn’t going to deny him, especially when what he was doing felt so good. As he roamed her skin with rough hands, his mouth was busy at her breasts, bringing her nipples back to tight peaks, sucking hard, nibbling and gently biting until her body began to rise and drop onto him without her even thinking about it, seeking that sensation inside her that she hadn’t thought she’d need again so soon. Her cream eased the way as his cock reached deep within, deeper than she’d ever felt before, the thick mushroom head rubbing her G-spot on every stroke in and out. Lincoln’s breath sped up alongside hers, his hunger feeding her own, until her fingers were gripping his head to hold him tight to her breast and her body was slamming down on his in a race to find that ultimate fulfillment. When Lincoln’s fingers probed and found her clit, pressing the sensitive nub, she climaxed with a scream, clamping down on his jerking shaft as he emptied himself inside her.
Fourteen
Claire was standing behind the counter later in the morning, a satisfied grin on her face as she finished ringing up another customer, when the little bell on the front door jingled, signaling the arrival of another addition to the tail end of the morning rush. A quick glance, and that smile died a fast death. The woman entering the shop held the hand of the first of three towheaded little boys, small stairsteps trailing in a line behind her. The roundness of her belly proclaimed loudly that another one was on the way.
And holding the door for the line was Jared, her ex-husband.
Thank God the crowd had cleared out finally. Her first instinct was to call for DeeDee, what she usually did if there was any warning whatsoever to avoid her ex, but Maria was out today, and besides, she couldn’t keep using DeeDee as a crutch. She needed her own employees.
All the more incentive to get to that hiring, right?
Just get this over with before Lincoln decides to come out from the kitchen.
“Claire.” Jared nodded in her direction, the same smirk she’d seen on his face the last three times he’d come into her store on proud display as he sauntered toward the register. Adding insult to injury, their little group never bought anything in her bakery. He just stopped by to rub her nose in things.
“Jared. What can I help y’all with?”
