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The pad of his thumb pushed against her clit, rotating it and making her legs shake more.
“Linc.” Her cry was loud and she bit her lip.
The whisper of her name in her ear catapulted her over that edge and her scream, which she wouldn’t have been able to contain, was absorbed by Linc who kissed her as she orgasmed. He never stopped pumping as she came, and his kiss went on until she stopped shuddering.
“Fucking beautiful.” He licked his fingers clean and pressed his mouth to hers, sharing her taste with her. “I hear your daughter. I’ll make some breakfast.”
Legs that weren’t solid took her through the small house to her bedroom. After stashing her vibrator, she hopped into the shower and got herself cleaned up. Dressing quickly, she headed to the kitchen and heard Linc and Greer talking and laughing about baseball. Her heart lurched and she realized it wasn’t simply her who was going to be hurt when this ended.
Chapter Fifteen
Linc watched Greer scamper out the door to the baseball field. He was fairly certain she would sleep on the grass if her mom allowed it. Knowing there were already plenty of children out at the field, he didn’t follow, even if he did want to make sure she got to it okay. Damn it, the kid had gotten under his skin. He cared about all of the children who came to his center, but Greer Henricksen had reached a different level in his heart.
Walking through the center, he slowed as he moved by his office and glanced through the window to spy Emma on the phone. She loved the headset and he personally loved watching her.
“Hey, Linc.”
He turned to find Carl Navo, a local reporter, on his way up the hall.
“Carl. What can I do for you?”
“I was hoping to talk to you about a few things I’d heard.”
“Rumors, Carl?”
“Not really, let’s call it some clarification.”
He rolled his eyes but gestured for the man to head to his office. Emma had ended her call by the time they got to her and she shot him a shy smile before greeting Carl.
“Mr. Navo.”
“Emma.” He didn’t miss how they had no love lost between them. He could see that, but as long as the man treated his woman with respect, he’d be fine.
“He has some questions for me. Are you okay if we meet in here?”
“I thought this was your office, Linc. Why does it matter what this woman says? We both know she’s not really your fiancée. She’s a dropout who got herself knocked up by a man who’s currently running for congress. Are you even going to be in her life once his child is with him in DC?”
Seeing the color leach from Emma’s face spurred Linc into action. “Get out, Carl.”
“I have some—”
“Get the fuck out of my office or I’ll throw you out and don’t you ever talk about this woman in such a manner.” Two steps toward him and Carl scrambled like a scared rabbit. Whipping his head around to find Emma shaking in his chair, he rushed to her side and sank to his knees beside her.
Her skin, clammy, sent nausea through him. Turning her in the chair so he could see her, he placed both hands on her thighs. She flinched and he struggled not to take them away.
“Look at me, Emma.”
Her gaze, unfocused and fearful, skimmed the room before it latched onto him.
“Breathe with me.”
She listened and soon her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. She blinked a few times and looked at him, really looked at him.
“What happened?”
“I think you had a bit of a panic attack.”
“A mouthful of water will not harm you, but panic will.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know that quote. What movie?”
“Life of Pi.” A blink. “I hated that movie. The tiger shouldn’t have died.”
She sucked in her lower lip and he reached up, using his thumb to free it. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
He nodded and stood. “Okay. Sit. I’ll get you some water. I’ll be right back.” Linc pulled his phone from his pocket as he walked out of the office. Miss Yander watched him with wide eyes. “No one goes in to bother her.”
“Understood.”
Dialing as he strode down the hall, he put the phone to his ear.
“There a reason you’re calling my woman, Linc?”
“Not the time, Tully. Where’s Dawson?” He pushed outside. The cold weather had arrived.
“Outside. What’s going on?”
“Carl just insinuated that Greer’s father is going to try and get her back. Emma is panicked. I need Dawson to come get Greer when she’s done at the center.”
“No problem. Do what you need to do.”
“Okay, I’m telling Greer.” He hung up and strode up to the ballfield. Glancing over the players, he found her waiting off to the side. “Greer,” he said, walking over to her.
