Page 38 of Dancing With Lies

“I haven’t met Trevon yet. Is he as handsome as you?” She bit her lip in the most fascinating way before she let the tender flesh go, showing him just how plump her bottom lip was.

Nice.

“He might be more handsome, actually,” Lincoln answered softly, his eyes steady on hers now. She really was a beautiful woman, not as beautiful as Roxie, but still unique in her own way. Maybe she could distract him for the night. “Do you want to meet him, or can I continue to hope for a little more of your time?”

“Oh, you can definitely hope for a little more of my time.” She walked right up to him then, her hands smoothing out over his chest. “A lot more.”

His head bent automatically, his lips reaching for hers, but someone jerked at his hand and pulled him away. “What the fuck?”

“Not her, Lincoln.” Roxie pulled him back into the hallway and out to the front porch. He should have stopped her before she drew him out of the living room, but he was so confused he just followed along behind her.

“What’s your fucking problem, Roxie? You invite your friends over here, hoping I’ll fuck one of them, and when I finally find one that can hold my interest you tell me no.” He asked angrily, really getting pissed off now. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Not her,” she repeated, that dark eyebrow over her left eye up, daring him to refuse her demand. “She’s a single mother, and not for you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Roxie. So, any of my other friends or the men that are here could fuck her but not me?”

“No, not really. Kitty is generally off-limits. Yeah, she could sleep with anyone she chooses, but…” She sputtered to a stop and he wondered if she finally saw his problem.

“Not me?” He asked softly, stepping closer to her as it dawned on him what the real problem was. She didn’t want him fucking any of her close friends.

“No, not you.” She whispered, looking away from him. “She’s not a toy.”

“No, she’s not. None of you are. But sex is sex, right?” He waited until she nodded her head in agreement before he stepped a little closer. “Then what’s the fucking problem, Roxie?”

He pushed her up against the wall, forcing her to look up at him. She was breathing rapidly, her eyes flaring with anger, lips parted. Far too tempting.

He dropped his head, kissing the only woman he really wanted to kiss that night, at last. Her lips were as hot as his, but softer, fuller, tasting of scotch and honey. His tongue swiped at her bottom lip, urging her to open for him as her arms wound around his neck.

He moaned into her mouth when she opened and pressed her body against his. Her warm softness intoxicated him almost as much as the slick feel of her mouth. He wanted to inhale her into his very soul, but he also wanted to wrap himself around her, completely naked, and never let her go.

Their mouths moved hungrily, tasting, feeling each other out. With firm hands at her hips, he pulled her closer, her head still against the wall. Desire had always been there when it came to her, now he felt an inescapable need to make her his and only his. His fingers clamped tighter at her hips, moving slightly to tuck her into the part of him that throbbed for her the most. Fuck, he wanted her. Could he have her right here?

Would that be something that was a part of her world? Fucking wherever you wanted to fuck? Or would she want something else? Was she the submissive type? He wondered for a moment, but then she moved her hand around, almost touched him…there.

No, not submissive, not unless she wanted to be, he’d guess. Chloe would have been submissive, but that wasn’t who she was anymore. He’d have to take her submission if that was how he wanted to play this. He’d have to show her that he could be the one in control, something told him.

He pulled her hand away from the place that wanted to be touched the most and moved it over her head. His face slanted from hers to slide down to her neck, to find a spot he remembered she loved to have touched, just below her ear.

“Fuck.” She groaned as he nipped at the spot, then licked to soothe her skin.

“Is this what you want, Roxie? To be owned?” He asked and regretted it immediately.

She went stiff as a board and pulled away from his body. Her eyes looked up to his in the moonlight, hurt filling their crystalline depths. “No, Lincoln.”

“No?” He asked, not sure what she was saying no to.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink. I’m...” She paused, pushed him away, and moved away from him. “I’m going home. It’s late.”

“Roxie…” He called out, but she was already gone. What had he said wrong?

One moment she’d been like a sensual serpent in his arms, writhing against him with unbridled desire. The next, she was cold, hard as stone, and then she was gone. Was it his question? What he’d done?

Fuck.

Fuck this.

It was all too confusing, what was he supposed to do? She was his employee now, which made this situation even worse. He thought it would help him to get back into her life, that he’d be able to keep an eye on her, maybe make life easier on her. Now?