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The devil has already reserved my space in hell because those beautiful breasts are going to be the only thing I see when I jerk off in the shower from now on.
Her shirt is tucked into tight black leather pants and she’s wearing black shiny bang bang heels.
I’m deeply regretting leaving Lincoln ‘The Playboy’ Black back in Castleview Cove.
She makes me want to set him free again.
I groan and she hears me.
“You like?” She winks.
“You look incredible.” She looks fuckable.
Her entire face illuminates as she clatters her heels down her pale-gray driveway to meet me. Her black wrought-iron gates magically open up for her as she approaches like she’s the queen of the goddamn world, seamlessly closing behind her as she steps outside the perimeter of her multiple decked architectural masterpiece home. The panoramic views from her top balcony must be breathtaking.
There is no doubt in my mind that she can see the Ferris wheel, pier, and boardwalk. What a view to wake up to every day.
Violet stops in her tracks.
“Where are you?”
“I’m standing right in front of you.”
She looks up and down the street. “Nope, I don’t see you.”
“Very funny.”
She lowers her phone from her ear. “Hi,” she says softly. “You look different.”
I end our call and slip my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. “Okay different, or not so okay different?”
“Okay different.” She keeps staring at me.
Shit, I think she liked my beach bum look. It made me look more bad boy than I actually am.
I should have left my beard and long hair.
Now she can see my face. I’m not sure she likes it.
* * *
Violet
Hell's bells.
He’s more gorgeous without a long beard. His now razor sharp short scruff makes his chiseled jaw look even more defined. He’s had a haircut too. His hair is now shaved up each side of his head into the perfect skin fade, but he’s left a little length on top to style. His black locks are swept-back with not a hair out of place.
He’s so striking.
Lincoln is leaning casually against his black Camaro and he looks every bit the expensive bad boy. Black designer jeans, black suede boots, black shirt, sun-kissed skin, and a wristwatch that cost as much as his car. Unless it’s fake, but I don’t think it is.
My nipples harden against the soft lace fabric of my bra. No one has ever had this effect on me, and I feel an odd warmth ignite between my legs. I should check to see if my panties are on fire. They feel like they are.
“You’re staring again.” Lincoln pushes himself off his car and holds his hand out for me to take.
“I am.” My petite hand gets swallowed up in his warm spade-sized hand. It’s the perfect spanking size. Oops, where did that thought come from?
A spark of electrical energy flows between us. He squeezes my hand in acknowledgement. He senses it too.
