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He chuckled and leaned in closer to me. "Do you need a little something to tide you over?" His voice was low and seductive, making me even wetter. “If you think this isn’t all I’ve thought about since the moment I knew you were real. Your body against mine. Your hands on me. Your greedy pussy choking my big dick…you’re out of your mind. I’m going to ruin you tonight. Fuck you until you pass out from orgasms.” He chose that moment to slide another piece of prime rib into his mouth, and seriously…even his chewing was turning me on. He swallowed and leaned in closer. “So we can wait a little bit longer.”
I was dead. I literally flopped back into my seat, like a sulking brat, while he laughed at me.
All the attention we got–or should I sayLincolngot–didn’t help. Throughout the meal, women and men kept coming up to our table, interrupting our conversation, all of them trying to get Lincoln's attention. Some of them were bold enough to flirt with him shamelessly, even though I was sitting right there.
I could feel my jaw clenching every time another one approached us, but Lincoln remained unfazed. He barely took his eyes off me, even as they batted their eyelashes and left their phone numbers on our table.
I tried to make light of it. "Do they do this every time you go out?" I asked, attempting to sound casual.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "It comes with the territory."
Would I ever get used to that, everyone wanting him?
I just needed to remind myself of his cock tattoo.
None of them had that.
"I don’t want them. I’ll never want them. All I want is you," he murmured at one point when a pretty blonde with boobs the size of her head literally came to the table and tried to buy him a drink despite the fact I was practically sitting on his lap.
After what seemed like twenty hours, we finished our meal and finally got up from the table. The moment we stepped out of the restaurant though, a few flashes went off, blinding us momentarily. My heart raced as I realized we'd been ambushed by paparazzi.
“Lincoln, who’s the girl?” one shouted.
“Lincoln, is she your girlfriend?”
Lincoln didn’t miss a beat. He pulled me closer, his arm tight around my waist. His lips brushed against that spot on my neck he couldn’t seem to stay away from in public.
I shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to do. “Should you be doing that?” I whispered as we waited for the valet to bring the car around.
"Good way to make sure people know you're mine," he growled in my ear.
His possessiveness was like a drug, sending a little thrill racing through me.
But at the same time, I couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy about the attention.
When the car came, I practically jumped in, eager to get away from the cameras.
As soon as we settled inside, the atmosphere transformed into a charged and electric energy that could have set the entire city ablaze. It was like a coiled spring, ready to release at any moment.
My skin prickled with nervous expectancy, my every nerve ending alight with desire. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, watching the flex of his muscles as he gripped the wheel, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the road ahead.
The city lights were nothing but a blur as we zoomed past, the engine's low hum the only sound between us. The sexual tension built with each passing second, the anticipation almost palpable. It was like time had stopped, and nothing else existed except for us.
At a stoplight, I turned to him, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. The heat between us was explosive, our bodies aching for release. His hand crept up my thigh, and it felt like a wild animal was clawing at my insides, desperate to break free.
As the car finally pulled into his underground garage, we were both lost in the unspoken words that floated between us. We stayed frozen in the moment, reluctant to break the spell.
But Lincoln finally spoke, his voice low and husky. "Let's go inside."
* * *
We stood in his shadow strewn room, my heart beating violently in my chest, erratic beats that seemed to be pushing against my ribcage.
“Don’t be scared, dream girl,” Lincoln whispered as he erased the distance between us and lowered me onto his bed, his towering frame crouching over me as his muscular arms held his weight. I felt like I was fumbling around, my inexperience betraying me with every move.
"I’ve never—" I began, staring into his golden gaze. Not that I really needed to say that. He’d had to instruct me how to give him a blow job, for fuck’s sake.
He nuzzled into my cheek, a shiver passing over his skin. “That makes me so fucking happy, baby. Because it means you’re only ever going to belong to me.”
