揕inc! You left the door unlocked,?I whisper.
His fingers don抰 care.
We抮e in his office at eleven o抍lock in the morning; he抯 behind me, and his thumb is on my clit.
The minute I walked in, he summoned me to his desk without a word and pulled me onto his lap. What started off as slow-burn kisses became my dress strap pulled down and Lincoln抯 tongue tracing my raven tattoo.
揂 broken heart. I don抰 like it, even if I love how you taste,?he growls, gingerly circling my ink with his finger.
揗aybe it抯 a work in progress,?I tease back honestly. I抦 trying like hell not to reveal any wild hopes that he could give me a reason to alter this tattoo someday.
Five minutes later, he has me bent over his desk against my better judgment, my panties flicked aside before I can even protest.
揑s the door your only complaint, sweetheart??His breath is heavy and so, so enticing against my neck.
Then his thumb moves again, tracing agonizing circles.
I grit my teeth.
揋od. You抮e just梱ou make this so hard.?
揑f you wanted hard, all you had to do was ask.?He pauses. I sense him shifting behind me before I hear a zipper opening. 揋uess you抎 better get me the fuck off real fast.?
Bye, brain.
This is demented.
Anyone could walk in while we抮e梐hem梐nd land us both in a world of hurt.
揕incoln, we shouldn抰.?
揇oes your little pussy agree??He inhales sharply and there抯 the crinkle of foil tearing.
I shudder as I imagine him sliding the condom onto his cock, no doubt seething in his hand.
揟hat抯 what I thought, Nevermore,?he mutters.
He thumbs my clit, bringing his free hand to my mouth, positioning his wrist against my lips.
揃ite down if you抮e worried about the noise. Look at the city out the window. It抯 a beautiful morning. Far too pretty to waste being nice when you looked like a pinup the second you stepped through my door.?
Oh, God.
He pushes into me with a guttural sound.
I whimper.
I抳e never done anything like this. Sex was never risky before Lincoln Burns, and I抦 worried I抦 already addicted.
I bump his desk gently as he drives into me梐nd then not gently at all.
His hips slap mine, each stroke coming harder than the last, hellbent on dragging my pleasure out of me, kicking and screaming.
It doesn抰 take long.
I see pink and red and so much white. His fingers are still on my clit, rubbing me mad, pushing me to the edge so fast it抯 almost blinding.
揝hit!?he whispers. 揕isten to your pussy, sweetness. Listen to my thrusts. Let. Go.?
My mouth pops open. My core tightens like a coil made of fire.
I sink my teeth into his wrist, too awestruck to care about leaving teeth marks, the pleasure ripping me out of my body and?Knock. Knock.
Oh, no.
There抯 someone at the door and I抦 coming uncontrollably, biting him, trapped in a red, red ecstasy that won抰 let go.
揧eah??he calls behind me, his voice ragged.
I know he抯 close. I抦 clenching him so tight he doesn抰 stop thrusting.
He can抰.
揘ew shipments are in from Europe, Mr. Burns,?a man抯 voice says. 揧ou said you wanted to know immediately. I tried calling but everything抯 going to voicemail.?
Yikes.
If I wasn抰 stuck in an orgasm that turns me inside out, I抎 be horrified.
揊ive minutes,?he growls back. 揑抣l be right with you.?
揋reat.?The doorknob clicks. 揑f you just want me to leave the spec sheets, I抣l棓
揘o!?He roars, grabbing my hips, slamming in so deep my whole body thumps the desk. 揓ust. Fucking. Go.?
Fitting words because Lincoln is already gone.
For a hot second, his cock swells. I hear a frantic sound like he抯 covering his own mouth as he grinds against my hips and releases.
Holy fuckamole.
Edgar Allan Poe could rise from the grave and walk in right now and neither of us could make ourselves care.
He抯 groaning against his hand.
I抦 leaving a full imprint on his wrist.
We抳e forgotten how to breathe.
And this fireball detonates through us for minutes that feel like years, storming our bodies with unrelenting bliss, making me feel him coming as much as I know he feels me.
When he finally pulls out, I think I need to be scraped off his desk.
揕inc. That was桮od.?I have no words.
Honestly, he does a better job of summarizing it than me. I watch as he tosses the condom in the trash, tucks himself back in his pants, and hovers over me, brushing his lips so gently against mine.
揟hat was what you get when you trust me, Nevermore,?he whispers with a kiss. 揑f you抮e a good girl, there抯 a whole hell of a lot more to come.?
The next day, I knock on Eliza抯 door with my elbow.
My hands are full, clutching my laptop and holding a small disposable cup of campfire coffee.
She opens the door with her eyes narrowed. 揑 knew I was being haunted. What brings you back to the land of the living, ghost girl??
揑 brought you a present to make up for being so busy.?
With a silly smile, she throws the door open.
揅ome in! Why are you never home anymore? I almost thought you skipped out on me and moved.?
揑抦 Lincoln Burns?full-time fake bride. That means lots of time with my faux fianc? taking pretty pictures.?
Ugh, I can抰 hide anything. A rosy red blush betrays me and my mind instantly goes to the photo shoot a few days after the yacht cruise.
How sweetly Lincoln cradled me against his mile-wide chest.
How good he smelled, cologne and man distilled into the best scent.
How fast we raced back to his place, tearing at each other抯 clothes before we even stepped off the elevator to his penthouse floor.
揌oly crap, lady. You and the bosshole??Eliza looks dumbstruck.
I just hold out the small cup of coffee I brought along, courtesy of Wyatt after our latest cinnamon roll visit with him this morning.
Eliza takes it and turns it around slowly. She sniffs and jerks back.
揥ow, that抯 strong! What is this stuff??
揕incoln抯 friend, Wyatt, he makes this brew. I thought you might find it interesting棓
揥ait, Lincoln? You抮e on a first-name basis now? Wow. You are spending quality time with the boss. Are you sure it抯 just fake??
?..I抦 not sure what it is,?I answer honestly. The sex is truly the most intense experience of my life. My face goes hot at the thought. 揟hat抯 not my point, though. Wyatt brews this coffee over a campfire, and whatever he does, it always comes out with this smoky flavor. It抯 pretty good when you add a little creamer to take the edge off. I started bringing my own after it choked me the first time. Try it!?
She sniffs the cup again and smiles.
揗aybe I will. But first, why are you blushing??
揃lushing??
I抦 not sure why I bother playing dumb. She sees my scarlet face.
Eliza laughs and levels a look that抯 determined to make me fess up.
I shrug. 揙h, I don抰 know. It抯 a warm day. Just try the coffee. Then I have some pictures to show you.?
With a frown, she finally drinks from the paper cup. Her eyes widen comically.
揥hoa桰梠h, mama. This is good. I don抰 know why I never thought of a fire roast before, but it does give the bean a nice smoky undertone.?She stares at the cup, transfixed. I almost think she抯 forgotten about my Not Relationship with Lincoln. Until she looks at me again. 揝o, do you think your fake fling with the boss is leading you anywhere besides cool experimental coffee??
I sit down on her small love seat.
揘ot a clue, Eliza.?
揌ow抎 it happen, anyway??
I fill her in on everything, deciding there抯 no sense in hiding the truth. The flowers from Jay, the ridiculous proposal, the nights in Seattle, the moment one blinding kiss turned the whole world into a waking dream when I opened my eyes.
揂mazing,?Eliza whispers when I抦 finished, shaking her head in awe. 揧ou guys are a thing.?
揑 guess we are...?I nod slowly. 揂nd I love it.?
She smiles. 揥ould you love it more if you could put a label on it??