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I almost had her. She may not have loved me yet, but she was already addicted to what I could make her feel.
I felt drunk under her attention. I wanted her to obsess over me, to think about me every second. Like I did her. Her lustrous ebony locks framed her delicate features, and she looked like a dark angel, sent from below to drag me down with her. My lips crashed against hers and I sucked on her tongue, pressing two more fingers inside of her as she writhed against me.
And then she came, her tight pussy choking my fingers.
Her cheeks took on a rosy glow.
“Good girl,” I murmured, watching as her whole body melted, like I’d discovered the secret password to her soul.
I cleaned up after that, because while death by blowjob sounded like a good way to go, I wasn’t interested in a raging infection in my dick thanks to an infected tattoo. I was pretty sure I was supposed to have waited at least three more weeks before…activity.
Oh, well.
When I returned to the bed, I cradled her against me, my hands tracing the perfect lines of her body, wishing I could freeze the moment, keep her with me like this. Forever.
Eventually, her breaths evened, and she fell asleep.
And I stayed up all night, not wanting to miss a second of the first time she ever slept in my bed.
CHAPTER 21
MONROE
Iopened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. The morning light was filtering in through the windows, casting the room in a soft glow.
I’d slept over.
I was in Lincoln’s bed.
And I’d slept through the night…peacefully.
That was a first.
I glanced around, my eyes taking in the details of the room.
The walls were painted a dark gray, giving the room a cozy, intimate feel. The bed was a massive, king-size affair, covered in soft, plush blankets and pillows, sheets white and crisp. I couldn't help but blush as I remembered the events of the night before.
The room was decorated with dark wood furniture, all of it masculine and sophisticated. A large, flat-screen TV hung on the wall opposite the bed, surrounded by various sports memorabilia. I noticed a door to the left of the bed, leading to an en suite bathroom.
I rolled over and buried my face in his pillow, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne, trying to calm down.
Suddenly, it hit me again.
I was in Lincoln’s bed.
And the sun was definitely higher than it usually was when I woke up.
I was late for work.
I sprung out of bed, glancing around the room desperately for the leggings I’d had on last night. I finally found them folded neatly on a chair. After throwing them on, I ran into the bathroom to splash some water on my face.
Fuck. Everyone would know what I’d been up to last night. There were marks peppered all over my skin, my hair resembled a bird’s nest, and…I was radiating. Like Lincoln had given me some of his golden glow.
Interesting.
I rushed into the hallway to find Lincoln and hopefully get a ride to my place to grab some different clothes. The place was enormous, and I took several wrong turns before I finally spotted him in the open kitchen, with his bare back facing me. It was ridiculous how defined and sculpted his muscles were, like God had spent way more time on him than everyone else.
Fuck, he was beautiful.
