Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I take a sip of my drink, and even though I’m not nervous, I create an origami bird while I wait for Lincoln to appear.
A few minutes later, a gentleman dressed to the nines in a sexy tux takes a seat next to me. He orders himself a drink before casually glancing over. “Not a duck.”
I giggle at his perception. “A bird.” I place it in front of him and slowly look up. With his mask on, just like last time, the only features I can completely make out are his beautiful hazel eyes.
When his gaze meets mine, he shakes his head and chuckles. “How did I not know it was you?” He palms the side of my face. “I would recognize those gorgeous emerald eyes anywhere.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” I admit. “We wouldn’t be where we are if you had.”
“I’d like to argue, but you’re right. I wasn’t ready for you yet. But I am now.” He leans in and presses his lips to mine. “Dance with me?”
His question is simple, yet the meaning is so deep my belly knots. “I would love to.”
With our fingers entwined, Lincoln guides us onto the dance floor and pulls me into his arms. With my head on his chest, we sway to the music in comfortable silence for several minutes before Lincoln speaks.
“I became obsessed with vanilla after that night. Had I been around you afterward and breathed in your intoxicating scent, I would’ve known it was you.” He inhales deeply, dragging his nose along the curve of my neck, and the area between my legs tightens in anticipation, knowing that soon we’ll make our way to the backroom.
When Lincoln doesn’t make any move to leave the dance floor, I whisper, “I want you,” and he chuckles, the deep yet melodic sound doing crazy things to my insides.
Without saying a word, he drags me down the hall to the same room as last time. He presses the card to the door’s sensor, and we step inside, the bit of light from the hall disappearing the second the door closes behind us.
Lincoln pushes me against the door, and memories from that night come rushing back. Only now, the fear and uncertainty have been replaced with hunger and confidence.
Our mouths connect in a passionate kiss filled with love and desire. I don’t have to see him to know that he loves me and craves me. I can feel it in the way his mouth moves against mine. In the way his hands roam along my body.
“Jesus, baby. I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs, nipping my bottom lip before he trails open-mouthed kisses along my neck and collarbone. We work in unison shedding our clothes, and once we’re both naked, he turns me around so my ass is jutted outward, and my hands are against the wall.
“Spread those thighs, Kitten.”
I do as he says, and a second later, he parts my cheeks, and his tongue glides across the tight rosebud. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, knowing he needs to get me ready first, but wanting him deep in my ass right now. Lincoln works me up, taking me to the edge, but before I can jump, he pulls back and twirls me around and into his arms. He carries me to the bed and lays me down.
He kisses me hard, then demands, “Get on your knees.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Once I’m positioned, he slides inside me. He’s hard and thick, and as he grips my hips and fucks me with abandon, I’m reminded of how perfectly we fit. I scream out my orgasm, and before I’ve come down, he’s thrusting into my ass.
I never imagined that one day, I’d not only be comfortable enough with a man to have sex, but I would enjoy anal. But I know it’s only because I’m with Lincoln. I feel safe with him, knowing I can trust him with every part of me.
I climax again, this time taking Lincoln with me. And when we’ve both come down from our orgasms, he lifts me once again and carries me to the bathroom. Unlike last time—when I refused to let him see me in the light, in fear of him finding out who I was—we remove our masks and shower together, making love under the water before we get out.
I expect for us to get dressed, so I’m shocked when he guides us back into the dark room and over to the bed.
“Haven’t gotten your fill yet?” I joke, when he hovers over me and nuzzles his face into my neck.
“Not possible,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive spot just under my ear. “The more I have you, the more I want you.”
“Never know,” I say with a laugh. “One day you might get sick of me.”