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“Yes. Protection.”

She blinked. “Oh. I’m on birth control.” She paused. “And, I got tested for everything under the sun. My ex cheated on me.” Her tone was flat, but the pain that flickered in her gaze was like a knife sliding across my heart.

“Fucking asshole,” I said flatly.

“I know. I’m just clarifying.”

I stared at her. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom. I mean, if that’s important to you, I can⁠—”

“It’s not. Not with you.”

I would later contemplate what that meant, because this was something I had always insisted on, never even considered otherwise. But with Chloe, I wanted her more. Now.

“But to be clear⁠—”

“Oh, are we being clear again?” she teased, fighting the corner of her lip.

I chuckled. “If we get to that point and you’re not sure, just tell me.”

“I know, Lincoln,” she said.

Then, she leaned forward and kissed me, and I was gone once again.

Kissing Chloe was like diving into a flame that spun around us, and I forgot everything but her. The flex of her soft body against mine. The feel of her nipples pressing against my chest. Everything that followed was fast and messy. I just wanted her too much. The feel of her breasts in my hands, sucking one nipple and then the other, the way she cried out. The fumble of getting her cotton shorts off and finding her slick and wet, teasing my fingers into her folds, feeling her channel clenching tight. Her, restless and impatient, yanking my sweatpants down around my hips until I kicked them loose. My arousal so intense I ached for her. I wanted to take it slow and tried to slow it down, but she wasn’t having it.

“Lincoln, please.”

Chapter Thirteen

Chloe

Finally

I had never been so restless and impatient in my life. I’d certainly never begged a man for anything. But right here and now, I probably would have given my life to have Lincoln fill me and give me the release I needed.

With his eyes dark on mine, I felt the thick press of his crown at my entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asked once more.

“If you ask me one more time if I’m sure,” I said against his mouth.

He was chuckling, and somehow it made it all the hotter as he filled me in slow increments. He was thick and long, the stretch of him inside me intoxicating. My words were slurred as I murmured, “Finally. Oh my God.”

“That’s one way to put it,” he gasped, his own words barely audible.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he said as he notched himself deeply.

I dragged my eyes open, barely able to hold his gaze as he drew back and filled me once more. I was so close to the edge already.

“I can’t wait,” I said. “Please.”

He worked magic with his fingers over my swollen, slick clit, and I cried out. His name was the sound of my release as I shuddered, clenching so hard around him I could barely think through it. My mind went blank with the white-hot force of it.

He held me close, whispering, “That’s my Chloe.”

Chapter Fourteen

Lincoln