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That was what he wanted though and she’d give him that. They’d see who had more control now.
When she was walking back to the kitchen, his jaw dropped as if he didn’t think she’d do it.
“Damn,” he said. “You’re covered, but I know you’re not.”
She turned and gave him a shake of her ass. “Nope.”
“Shit,” he said. “You’re not going to cook for me, are you?”
“I am,” she said. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you think I’d do it?”
“I kind of thought you’d call my bluff,” he said.
“Nope,” she said. He’d learn that she was up for the challenge.
She pulled a chicken out of the fridge, bent over just right, knowing he was watching, then set that on the counter and started to look over the vegetables she’d brought home from Katy’s garden.
“Fuck the food,” he said, walking to her briskly. He had her trapped against the island facing away from him. “I’m going to take you just like this.”
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, rubbing up against him, the feel of his shorts rough on her bare ass cheeks.
“Nothing,” he said. She could tell he was lowering his shorts and then she heard the wrapper opening.
The next thing she knew, he was pulling her hips back so that she was bent over with her hands on the counter. She wasn’t tall enough to actually lay her body over it comfortably and he must have realized that.
She felt his fingers go between her lower lips, find her already wet and spread it around.
“I’m waiting for you,” she said, her breath catching. She’d never done this before. Never had sex in a kitchen and wasn’t sure why when it’d always been the place that called to her the most.
She felt him close to her opening and then sliding in slowly. Teasing her like she’d been doing to him since he’d brought this up.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Always like that,” she said, moaning.
He started to move in and out, hips going forward and back. Not big movements, not fast ones either. Just perfect.
Her eyes closed as he continued to work her up. Her mind was blank of everything other than what Lincoln was doing to her. Making her feel.
Helping her cope.
Yeah, that was what he was doing.
It was like he knew what she needed more than she did.
“I only want you to think of me,” he said. His voice was deep and husky sounding. Sensual. If she wasn’t bent over and getting it good right now, she’d be thinking about when that could happen just by listening to him talk in this tone.
“Always,” she said. “It’s all I ever do when we aren’t together.”
Even at work she noticed Lincoln slipping into her thoughts when she’d never let another man occupy that space in the past.
“Glad to know I’m not the only one,” he said.
His hands moved from her hips, under the apron and covered one of her breasts, his finger and thumb pinching her nipple.
She let out a little screech like she always did when he applied a little bit of pain to her overly sensitive flesh.
“I love when you do that,” she said.
