Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Lincoln goes to move me off his lap, but I latch on to him, making him laugh. I don’t want to let him go. “I promise, sweet pea, you’ll be back on me as quick as I can get you there.” He kisses me right under my ear before whispering, “Promise.” I can hear the sincerity in his words and I believe him.
I nod. He rolls down the window that’s been blocking us from the driver of the limo. “Stay in the car for a second.” He tells the man before rolling up the window again then opening his car door. He reaches in for me. He pulls me out, and I see we’re in an underground garage of some kind.
Lincoln drops to his knees in front of me, taking me by surprise. He starts smoothing down my dress. “Turn around.” I do as he says, and he messes with the back of my dress. “Wanted to make sure everything was decent before we walked in. Don’t want something showing that shouldn’t be.” I see a possessive glint in his eyes when he says that.
“Because it’s yours?” I ask as I turn back around to face him. He’s still on his knees, looking a little out of place. The whole underground garage looks vacant, and I see double doors behind Lincoln.
His hands slide up under my dress, going to my hips, just on top of my underwear. “Lift your dress.” I slowly do as he asks, my body obeying him at once. I should feel a little embarrassed or something, but this feels right. Something inside of me is telling me I’m his. I just hope he really means it when he says it.
“Stop,” he says right before the hem of my dress reaches my panties.
He leans forward, pulling my panties down my legs. I step out of them and watch as he licks his lips. He leans forward and, pressing his face against the material of the dress, takes a deep breath, smelling me, making me gasp. I watch him, looking down at the giant of a man on his knees in front of me. He’s probably ruining his suit that cost thousands and thousands of dollars.
“You’re mine. I can smell it on you, and by the time this day is over no one within five feet of you will miss my claim.” I feel my core clench at his dirty words. He pulls my dress, dropping it down, making sure once again it’s all in place.
He stands up, pulling me to him and wrapping an arm around me. “Now let’s get to our room so I don’t have to smell you through your dress.” He nods to the wall, and I look over to see a camera. He’s telling me he didn’t lift it further because he didn’t want someone to see me. He knocks on the limo window and the driver steps out.
“Take the limo to the front and give the bellhop our bags,” he orders, then pulls me even closer to him as we head toward the double doors.
“Where are we?” I ask, looking around the vacant underground concrete garage.
“I wanted to make sure your dress was fixed, so I had them bring us in the back door. My security knew this area was clear.”
“Security?” I ask as we reach the elevator. I see the door is already open and two men in black suits are standing inside. One in each corner, arms at their sides.
“Sir, your room is ready,” one of them says. I glance back and forth between the security guards, wondering why he needs them. The guard hands Lincoln a key card.
Lincoln hits the P button on the elevator bank, and the doors close. We start to move up, and he leans down and kisses the top of my head.
When the elevator stops, it opens into a giant suite. He ushers me forward, and I take a few steps before I realize he didn’t follow me. When I turn around I see Lincoln has a security guard pressed against the elevator door, his forearm to the man’s throat.
I take a step forward, shocked the other security guard doesn’t try to break up the fight. In fact, he blocks me from getting closer.
“You think I pay you to stare at my woman’s fucking ass?” Lincoln growls. The man is starting to turn purple. He clearly can’t answer him. “She’s mine, and no one is going to look at her like he wants a taste. You should be thanking me for letting her be in a fucking elevator with you and you even got a chance to smell her sweetness.” My cheeks turn pink at that.
I go to pull him off, but the guard next to me holds his hands up. “Ma’am, please don’t. I’ll have to stop you, and I don’t think Mr. Grey would be too happy if I had to touch you to do that,” he says, making me freeze.