“Fuck, Lincoln!” Eveline hissed.
He stilled then and raised his head so he was looking down at her.
Eveline’s heart flip-flopped when she stared into Lincoln’s scorching gaze.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Eveline?” he said thickly.
Eveline had a sudden flashback to the conversation they’d had that first night at his penthouse.
Damn it, he’d been right all along!
“Yes,” she said between gritted teeth. “I’m begging you!”
Lincoln’s pupils flared. He watched her for a moment, the riding crop stilling on her flesh. “Why, I believe that does deserve the ultimate reward.”
Eveline groaned when he rose and moved off the bed. He headed over to the shelf stand next to the restraining cross, removed a condom from a box, and returned to the bed. He dropped the foil on the mattress and grabbed her ankles. Eveline gasped when he pulled her toward him, the chain holding the leather belt around her wrists clanking as it extended.
Lincoln’s breaths came in fast, harsh pants as he hooked the riding crop under her panties and peeled them down her thighs and her legs. He used his hands to drag the silky material over her feet, leaving her pumps on.
Eveline squirmed as Lincoln’s molten gaze caressed her bare sex and the triangle of trimmed blond hair covering it.
“On second thought, I think we should hold off the fucking for a moment,” he said feverishly.
Eveline gaped at him, so shocked she forgot she was supposed to be submitting to him.
“What?! Are you kidding me right now?!”
Lincoln chuckled then, evidently not minding one bit that they were no longer playing their little game. He closed his hands on Eveline’s ankles and tugged her down the bed until her ass was on the edge of the mattress and her feet were dangling off.
“Foreplay’s not over yet, Evie,” Lincoln drawled, his face flushed with desire.
With that, he got on his knees, spread her thighs with his large hands, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and went down on her.
Eveline cried out at the wicked feel of Lincoln’s mouth on the most intimate part of her body. Her belly clenched painfully, the waves of her orgasm dancing closer and closer.
He licked and sucked her folds, playing and teasing her for timeless seconds before parting them with his tongue and finding the very heart of her pleasure.
Eveline’s breath froze as Lincoln closed his clever lips on her clit and sucked. A white haze filled her mind. She climaxed violently.
LINCOLN GRUNTED and held on firmly to Eveline’s thighs as she writhed and rocked and rolled on the bed, her mouth open on incoherent cries, her heels digging into his back.
He let go of her swollen, sensitive clit and tongued her twitching opening as the pulses of her savage orgasm shuddered through her.
“Linc!” Eveline moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
Lincoln shuddered at the diminutive, his cock so hard it was agony. He couldn’t get enough of Eveline’s heat. Her smell. Her taste. He knew he was close to coming just from pleasuring her with his mouth.
He groaned and carried on his sensual assault on her sex until he brought her to another screaming orgasm. Only then did Lincoln rise to his feet, unbuckle his belt, and slide his zipper down to free his straining cock.
Eveline’s gaze burned as she watched him rip the condom open and sheath his trembling shaft with the lubed rubber, her cheeks and chest flushed from her recent climax.
“Untie me,” she pleaded. “I want to touch you!”
Lincoln obliged and cast the belt and chain to the floor before returning to the foot of the bed. He grabbed Eveline’s legs, hooked them around his waist, and guided his dick to the folds guarding her sex. He parted the swollen, pink lips and nudged the head of his shaft into her glistening opening.
Eveline cried out and reached up to grasp his corded arms.
Lincoln closed his hands on Eveline’s hips and fixed her in position as he pushed into her ever so slowly, giving her passage time to adjust to his girth.
“Oh. My. God!” Eveline gasped, dropping her head back on the bed and arching her spine as he continued gliding in.
Lincoln cursed when Eveline clenched around his cock. He looked down to where he was entering her and groaned at the sight of his dick disappearing balls deep into her hot, tight passage.
He stilled and stared at Eveline, his heart hammering against his ribs. “You okay?”
Eveline looked at him dazedly, her breaths shuddering out of her in short, fast pants. She bit her lip and squeezed her inner muscles.
“Move! I’m begging you!” she groaned, fingers digging into his skin while she pressed her heels into his lower back.
Fuck.
Lincoln pulled his hips back and slammed them forward, thrusting his engorged, aching dick inside Eveline the way he’d been dying to do. She cried out, her back bowing beautifully off the bed. Lincoln gritted his teeth and set a slow, steady rhythm, fucking Eveline deep and hard.
She came on his sixth thrust, her insides contracting painfully on his sensitive flesh while she screamed in pleasure. Lincoln clenched his jaw and rolled his hips, his knuckles whitening on Eveline’s skin while he drove his dick in and out of her convulsing passage, filling her trembling core over and over again.
The bed rocked as Lincoln gradually accelerated the pace of his thrusts, his body moving of its volition as it sought its release, harsh grunts leaving his throat every time he plunged his cock inside Eveline. Tension wound up his thighs and the base of his spine, the electric tingles of his orgasm gathering in slow waves until they became a hard, hot, tight ball in his lower belly and at the base of his dick.
Eveline sobbed out his name when she came again a moment later, tears leaking from her eyes where she’d squeezed them tightly shut, perspiration glistening on her face and chest.
Her convulsions finally tipped Lincoln over the edge. He stilled and let out an animal sound as his cock pulsed with the first savage wave of his climax.
Lincoln shuddered and leaned down over Eveline. He grabbed her hands where they gripped his arms, pinned them up by the side of her head, and linked his fingers with hers. He swooped and took her mouth in a fierce kiss as he pumped his throbbing, pulsating shaft into her.
Eveline’s eyelids fluttered open. She gazed up at him, tears of ecstasy glittering on her lashes while her insides gripped and milked his cock with the pulses of her own intense orgasm, her tongue meeting his in an intimate dance that mimicked that of their lower bodies.
Blood roared in Lincoln when he finally stilled a moment later. He bowed his head into the crook of Eveline’s neck and rested his weight on her, his entire body trembling from his intense climax. She shuddered, her fingers clenching around his where their hands were still connected.
They panted loudly in the aftermath of their explosive coupling, their racing hearts thundering against one another.
“Wow,” Eveline breathed.
Lincoln chuckled and lifted his head to look at her, his body still tingling from fading pulses of pleasure. “That good, huh?”
Eveline’s lips curved slowly in a sated smile. “I don’t normally cry during sex, so, yeah!”
Lincoln nuzzled her pert nose and dropped a kiss on her lips before slowly pulling out of her body. They both groaned when she involuntarily tightened around his thick length.
Eveline rose up on her elbows and watched as he stepped off the platform and discarded the used condom. He tucked his dick back in his pants and zipped up under her puzzled stare.
“Oh.” She bit her lip, disappointment flashing in her eyes. “I thought there would be a round two.”
Lincoln grinned, collected her panties and dress off the floor, and pulled her to her feet.
“The next rounds are going to be in my penthouse,” he drawled.
“Rounds?! As in plural?” Eveline squealed, her delight obvious.
Lincoln laughed out loud and slapped
her ass. “Yes. Now, get dressed.”
CHAPTER 15
“SHOULD I BE WORRIED?” Lincoln said as Eveline headed down a dingy alleyway. “‘Cause this looks like the kinda place where we might get mugged.”
Eveline rolled her eyes and tugged on his hand. “Stop being a chicken and move those sexy legs of yours, Hudson.”
Lincoln grinned as he headed into the balmy night with Eveline. They’d just shared a fantastic meal in Shinjuku; when Eveline told him she’d like to take him out for drinks at her favorite place in Tokyo, Lincoln thought they would be returning to Le Secret again.
It was a week since they’d visited the club’s special VIP room. They’d gone back to his place that night and went on to have scorchingly hot and very loud sex in pretty much every room in the penthouse. Lincoln was thrilled to discover that Eveline had as strong a stamina as him in the bedroom and they’d met up at either his place or hers every night after that for some intense fucking sessions. In fact, they’d given each other so many orgasms in the last week it was a miracle either of them could walk.
Eveline turned a corner and pulled Lincoln toward a discreet establishment fronted by steel doors and a row of roped stanchions guarded by a burly doorman.
The guy’s face lit up when he spotted Eveline. “Miss Claude,” he murmured with a smile as he unclipped the rope guarding the entrance. “It’s great to see you.”
“Hey, Kiba,” Eveline said warmly. “Are the boys in tonight?”
“Yes,” the doorman replied. “The whole gang’s here.”
Eveline giggled. “Oh wow. It’s must be hot in there.”
The doorman grinned. “If this was a rock concert, panties would be flying through the air right about now.” He acknowledged Lincoln with a nod.
Lincoln dipped his chin at the doorman, curiosity and a flash of what felt a lot like jealousy bolting through him while he wondered who exactly Eveline’s “boys” were. He glanced at the sign next to the steel doors before following Eveline inside the club. All it said was Saron.
Surprise filled Lincoln when they passed an elegant cloakroom. They navigated a tastefully decorated foyer and came to a short flight of wide, shallow steps leading to a sunken floor.
“Is this a gay club?” Lincoln said in Eveline’s ear as they headed down the stairs.
Eveline grinned at him. “Yes. My friend owns it.” She held on tightly to his hand and made a beeline for the bar.
Lincoln looked around. The place was packed with men. Jazz music and a woman’s sultry voice rose above the noise of conversation from the band playing under a spotlight on a raised podium at the far end. He studied the club and the patrons milling around them with rising interest.
Saron’s decor was as unique and eclectic as Le Secret’s. It was evident from the looks of the clientele filling the place that it was as exclusive and upscale an establishment as Eveline’s escort club. The crowd was thickest at the far end of the bar, where several men stood and sat drinking and talking at the polished mahogany counter, their backs to them.
Lincoln tensed slightly. From the avid glances the club patrons were casting at the small group, he knew instinctively that these were Eveline’s “boys”.
A striking blond bartender caught sight of Eveline as she approached with Lincoln at her side. His eyes sparkled and his face brightened with a stunning smile.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said warmly.
“Hi handsome,” Eveline replied. She let go of Lincoln’s hand, leaned over the counter, and dropped a kiss on the bartender’s cheek. He kissed her back.
Lincoln frowned at the over friendly exchange.
“Lincoln?” someone said in a stunned voice.
Lincoln turned and registered the man gaping at him from the left. “Gabe?!” He stared at the men beside Gabe as they looked around, surprise flashing through him. He recognized all of them.
Gabe Anderson, the design consultant who’d just completed one of the Hudson Group’s most ambitious projects in the Pacific, stood at the bar next to Cameron Sorvino, his lover and fiancé. Lounging on the barstools beside them were Rhys Damon and Wade Tucker, the brains behind Damon & Tucker, the design firm Gabe worked for and where he’d just made partner.
Eveline arched an eyebrow and looked curiously from Lincoln to the group of men while they called out warm greetings to one another and shook hands.
“You guys know each other?”
“Yeah,” Lincoln said, relaxing. “Damon & Tucker have done several of my hotels and Gabe just finished my new place in Hawaii. The one where he and Cam are getting married.”
Eveline blinked in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”
Gabe grimaced. “We’re a bit late with the invites.” He glanced at Cam. “Someone can’t make up his mind about the card design.”
“I told you I wanted silver,” Cam said with a haughty sniff.
“And I say we go with white,” Gabe said mutinously.
“Here we go again,” Wade muttered with a groan. He turned to Rhys. “Hey, when we get married, you have carte blanche over the card design. In fact, you can arrange the entire thing to your heart’s content.”
Rhys’s eyes glittered with a dangerous light. He took hold of Wade’s tie and tightened the knot lovingly until Wade made a slight choking noise. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you don’t want to help out, right?”
Wade grinned shamelessly. “Yup. You relish that sort of thing. I get hives just looking at flower arrangements.”
Lincoln gazed at the two men, bemused. He hadn’t realized they were an item too. He became conscious of a curious stare and looked around into the blond bartender’s green eyes.
“Hey, Evie. Is this the guy?” the bartender said.
Lincoln narrowed his eyes as he observed the young man’s teasing expression.
“It is,” Eveline said. “And behave.” She made the introductions. “Lincoln, this is Ethan Skye, the club owner’s boyfriend. Ethan, Lincoln Hudson.”
Ethan grinned. “I can see why you’ve been so…busy lately.”
Eveline stuck her tongue out at him at the overt sexual innuendo.
Lincoln’s unease faded. It was clear Eveline and the bartender enjoyed a close, sibling relationship.
Gabe studied Lincoln and Eveline with a curious stare. “Are you two, er—”
Eveline raised an eyebrow. “Dating? Kinda.” She glanced at Lincoln.
They’d agreed not to disclose the details of their arrangement to anyone. As far as the world was concerned, they were seeing each other casually.
Movement to the right caught Lincoln’s gaze. A tall man with brooding hazel eyes, dark hair, and a stubbled jaw joined them at the bar.
“Evie,” the newcomer murmured. He stooped and dropped a kiss on Eveline’s cheek.
Lincoln stiffened at the familiar way the man touched Eveline’s shoulders.
“Hi, Joe,” Eveline said warmly, oblivious to Lincoln’s rising irritation.
The stranger looked around into Lincoln’s faint frown. The amused expression in his eyes told Lincoln he knew exactly what he was thinking right now.
“And who’s this?” the man drawled.
“That’s the guy I was telling you about,” Ethan said before Eveline could muster a reply. “You know, that night two weeks ago when you tied me up, spanked me, and had your hot, dirty, wicked way with me.”
A bark of laughter escaped Eveline. Gabe groaned and put a hand over his eyes, his ears reddening.
“Jesus, Ethan. Time, place, and occasion,” Cam muttered.
Rhys grinned while Wade shook his head with an expression that made it clear this kind of talk was a regular occurrence.
“Lincoln, this is Joe Cavendish, the owner of Saron and the filthy-mouthed blond over there,” Eveline said.
Lincoln’s shoulders loosened again. He shook hands with Joe, relieved. It was clear he had nothing to fear from Eveline’s male friends.
That stray thought brought him up short. He b
linked.
“Lincoln?” Eveline said.
Lincoln’s pulse jumped at her puzzled expression.
Jeez. Since when has she been able to read me so well?
Lincoln forced a smile on his face to mask his unease at the unfamiliar emotion that had rushed through him. “It’s nothing,” he lied. He cocked an eyebrow and glanced from Joe to Ethan. “So, what does a man have to do to get a drink around here?”
A series of exclamations rose from the group at the bar.
“Now, that’s a loaded question,” Rhys ribbed.
“Yup,” Wade said teasingly. “You may have to perform some lip service or two.”
“Gotta be ready to explore your options, if you see what I mean?” Cam said.
Gabe groaned in embarrassment.
“You assholes,” Eveline grumbled while Lincoln chuckled. “No one is going near this man’s butt except me.”
It was later that night, as they took a bath following two rounds of toe-curling sex during which Eveline marked his heinie with her teeth, that Lincoln finally asked her the question he’d been pondering for the last couple of days.
“So, there’s this gig I have to go to next weekend. It’s in Hawaii. Would you like to come with me?”
Eveline’s fingers stilled where she was idly stroking his arms with her fingers. She tilted her head and looked up at him where she lay with her back against his chest in the water.
“Wow. An international date,” she drawled. “It’s been a while since I’ve been asked out on one of those.” She grinned. “The last time, it was by an Arabian prince.”
Lincoln’s stomach twisted. This time, there was no denying the feeling that surged through him.
“Where did the prince take you?” he said in a light tone, shoving the green-eyed monster smirking at him back down where it had come from.
“He hired a castle in France for the weekend,” Eveline said. “It was fun. We went horseback riding, had some fantastic meals and,” she shrugged, “you know.”
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