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I move my hand to her tit, playing with her nipple as she puts her hand on mine. I pull out to the tip of my cock and then slam into her, taking my time, not wanting this to end. “So fucking wet,” I tell her, feeling her drip onto my balls.

“I’ve never been this wet in my life.” She moves her hips up. “Never wanted someone so much.” I bend to kiss her, her tongue sliding into my mouth, and then sucking my tongue. “Stop going so slow,” she hisses, “and fuck me like you mean it.”

Her leg falls off my shoulder and to the side. “Please, Lincoln,” she begs, and I snap. I push her legs back, holding down the back of her thighs before I pull out, then slam into her. “Yes,” she cries. “More.”

Over and over again, I fuck her. The sound of my balls hitting her ass fills the room. She moves her hand between us.

“What are you doing?” I ask her when she seems unsure.

“My clit feels achy, like I need to touch it.”

“Then touch it, baby,” I urge, transfixed by the sight as she moves two fingers down her slit and then back up to her clit. “Is that what you needed?”

“Yes! Yes!” She moves it side to side, faster and faster. “I’m there,” she barely gets out before she yells out my name.

I watch her come apart for me again, and this time I can’t fight it anymore. I plant myself deep inside her and empty myself in the condom.

“Every time your pussy contracts, it’s pulling the cum from me.” Her eyes flash with lust. “Taking it all.”

“Give it to me.” She does it again, knowing what she’s doing to me. I fall on top of her, my cock still inside, and I want to keep it in her until it goes soft.

She wraps all her limbs around me.

“I thought I was going to pass out,” I admit to her. “Never came so hard in my life.”

“Lincoln,” she says softly as she plays with my hair, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I smirk and get up on my elbows. “I’ve never had an orgasm from sex before.” My mouth drops open in shock. “I’ve had orgasms before, but they were always self-induced. I’ve never let go like that before,” she admits to me. “I was always too shy to open up, I guess.” She runs her finger down my chest. “But with you, I just . . . Something about you just lets me be me.” I close my eyes. “Also, I hate to be that person, but I really fucking hope I put that condom on right.” I put my forehead on hers, and all I can do is burst out laughing. “If it’s not like ruining the moment, can you take it out of me?”

“Take it out of me,” I mock her.

“Well, for now. Later, when you put on the condom, and you want to leave your cock in me, I’ll let you.” I pull out of her and roll on the bed. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and then⁠—”

“Then you can do me again.” She gets up with me. “And next time I won’t be shy.”

I put my hand on her face. “With me, you can always be you.” I kiss her. “I want to see the real you.”

“Okay,” she sings, “but don’t forget you asked for it.” She giggles as she walks to the bathroom, and I watch her ass move side to side.

My stomach tightens as I try to get my heart to slow itself down. “She’s going to be yours for a short time,” I mumble to myself, the back of my neck burning at the reality of it. “You get her until she leaves town and this job is over.” It’s better than nothing.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

FINLEY

I turn on the faucet and look into the mirror, expecting Lincoln to be right behind me. I reach for a face towel and then walk back to the door. He’s lying in bed on his back, where I left him.

“Are you okay in there?” My mouth waters when he looks over at me, and my chest tightens. “Did I kill you?” I lean against the doorframe and fold my arms over my chest. “Not going to lie, it’ll be great for my ego if I killed you during sex.”

He laughs as he curls up from his bed and walks toward me. My eyes give him a once-over. His cock, still in the condom but at half-mast now, is still bigger than anyone else I’ve ever had. My eyes fixate on it.

“You see something you like?” His voice comes out gruff. A cocky grin stretches across his face.

“I mean, it’s right in front of me.”

He leans down and kisses my lips. “It’s good to know you like what you see.”

I roll my eyes as he walks to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I grab another hand towel, and he comes to stand behind me. He puts his hands on the counter by my hips. “You good?” he asks. I nod, looking down at the sink. “What’s on your mind?”

“In general?” I try to sound like I’m okay.