Eveline’s breath locked in her throat as she imprinted the moment in her mind forever. This was the first time they were truly making love and she wanted to remember every single second of it.
“I love you, Evie,” Lincoln whispered against her mouth.
Eveline’s heart overflowed with happiness at the reverent way Lincoln was looking at her, as if he too were fixing this moment in his memory.
“I love you, Linc,” she whispered back huskily.
Lincoln drew back and slammed his cock home, finally delivering the climax they had desperately been reaching for. He swallowed her screams of pleasure as he thrust his pulsing shaft hard and deep inside her, her insides squeezing his dick so tight she never wanted to let go, her mind filled with a white haze of pure ecstasy.
It felt like hours before he finally moved her legs down to his hips and lowered his twitching body onto her. His heart raced like crazy against her chest as he shuddered and panted above her, her passage still spasming with aftershocks of pleasure around his cock where it remained buried inside her.
“I think that’s a new record,” Eveline said hoarsely.
Lincoln lifted his head from where he rested his face in the crook of her neck. He kissed the tip of her nose and licked the drop of sweat that fell from his face and onto her cheek. “Best fuck ever?”
Eveline shivered and smiled weakly. “Uh-huh.”
“I aim to please,” Lincoln said with chuckle.
They both moaned when the motion caused his dick to shift inside her. A loud groan rose above their breathy sounds. They froze and stared at each other.
“Hmm,” Lincoln mumbled.
“What was that?” Eveline said tensely.
A series of creaks tore the air around them.
Lincoln closed his eyes and bit his lip, his face crunching up as he tried to stop himself from bursting out laughing. “I think that’s the—”
The bed shuddered violently before collapsing beneath them in a cacophony of squeaks and splintering noises. The mattress landed on the wooden remains with a thud a second later, the two of them on top.
Silence filled the room when the last echo faded.
“Tell me we didn’t just break their bed?!” Eveline said, horrified. “I was joking when I said we should test their bedsprings!”
Laughter finally rumbled up Lincoln’s chest and erupted from his lips. He shook against Eveline, tears springing to his eyes.
“It’s not funny, Linc,” Eveline said in an admonishing voice. “Ethan and Joe had most of their stuff specially made and shipped in from Bali! This bed is unique!”
“Oh, it’s unique, alright!” Lincoln chortled.
A giggle escaped Eveline. She straightened her face and gave him a stern look. “Mr. Hudson, behave!”
Lincoln rubbed his nose against hers. “I thought you specifically didn’t want me to behave, Miss Claude?”
He thrust his hips lightly against her, his dick stirring deep inside her body. Eveline bit her lip and moaned.
Lincoln looked over his shoulder. “I reckon we should test that chair next,” he said, tilting his head.
Eveline stared from him to the chair he’d indicated.
“I mean, we would be doing them a favor, right?” she said thoughtfully. “They should know if their expensive belongings can withstand the load, right?”
Lincoln chuckled, pulled out of Eveline, and sat up. He discarded the used condom before slipping a fresh one onto his erect cock.
“On second thought, your load is pretty heavy,” Eveline said feverishly as she studied his dick.
Lincoln grinned, yanked her to her feet, and hoisted her up against his body. She coiled her arms and legs around him as he carried her over the remains of the bed and headed for the chair, her laughter mixing with his and echoing to the ceiling.
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THE END
THANK YOU
Thank you for reading UNDISCLOSED!
I hope you enjoyed Eveline and Lincoln’s story.
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HUSH (NIGHTS SERIES BOOK 8) SPECIAL PREVIEW
CHAPTER 1
LANA KEELE STIRRED and slowly blinked her eyes open. Searing light filled her vision. She winced and twisted her head, a mumbled curse tumbling past her lips. A wave of dizziness swept over her; her stomach clenched painfully. Lana froze and swallowed the rush of bile shooting up her throat. Hot daggers stabbed at her temples. She moaned softly.
It was a moment before she realized she was lying on her front on a bed. She stared blearily at the crisp white pillow in her line of sight before rolling over carefully onto her side. She studied the room she was in with widening eyes.
Where the hell am I?
Cool gray linen kissed her skin. Her very much bare skin.
Lana gasped and sat up. A shaky groan rumbled out of her chest when the headache became a vise squeezing her skull. She reached for the sheet wrapped around her waist and legs and clutched it to her breasts.
She was only wearing her bra and panties.
What the hell happened last night?!
All Lana remembered was being in Shanghai’s latest happening club and having drinks with the man she’d picked up at a bar while she’d been out with a girlfriend she hadn’t seen since her college days. She dimly recalled drunkenly kissing the guy while her similarly inebriated friend hooked up with another man. The rest was a blur.
A door opened opposite the end of the bed. A man walked out of an en suite bathroom, his face obscured by the towel he was using to rub his hair dry.
Lana’s pulse jumped. She stared up a pair of powerful, tanned legs, the mouth-watering deep V tantalizingly revealed at the top of the towel perched precariously on slim hips, a defined six-pack, a broad, muscular chest, and strong corded arms that bunched and flexed with the man’s movements.
Holy crap, was the guy from the club this hot?!
The man paused and lowered the towel from his head. Lana felt the blood drain from her face.
No. Fucking. Way.
Tom Sutherland, her assistant and sec
retary of four years and the bane of her life, arched an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, you’re up,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice. “You’d better get dressed. You have an appointment in fifty minutes.”
Lana’s jaw sagged open as Tom walked over to a wardrobe and took down the neatly pressed suit, shirt, and tie draped on a clothes hanger hooked on the handle. Her eyes widened into saucers when she saw one of her work suits on an adjacent hanger, complete with a pair of matching panties and bra. Tom removed briefs from a chest of drawers and disappeared inside the bathroom.
Lana was still staring at the spot where he’d disappeared when he came out minutes later fully dressed. He sighed and glanced at his watch with a frown while he finished knotting his tie.
“Forty-five minutes, Lana,” he said briskly. “Get your ass into gear.”
Lana opened and closed her mouth soundlessly as he headed for the bedroom door.
“Hey! Wait a minute!” she spluttered. “Why am I in your bed, half naked?!”
Tom stopped and twisted on his heels, his hands in his pockets. Lana ignored the wild pounding of her heart as she watched the way the motion stretched the material of his shirt across his torso.
All it took was one look at his condescending expression for her to stiffen, the familiar irritation that plagued her whenever she was in his presence replacing the baffling feeling presently coursing through her.
There’s no way in hell I just thought Tom Sutherland was attractive!
“Funny story,” Tom said sardonically. “My boss turned up on my doorstep at one in the morning, barged inside my apartment, stripped, and demanded sex.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I felt I had to oblige her.”
Panic slammed into Lana and sent her pulse into the stratosphere.
No. Dear God, please tell me we didn’t—
Anger flashed through her when she detected the mocking light in Tom’s eyes. “You asshole!” she hissed. “Tell me what really happened!”
Tom leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his ankles. Lana’s gaze dropped to where his pants stretched across his strong thighs. She cursed internally and brought her eyes back up to his face, angry at herself for noticing his body once more.
This is Tom, for fuck’s sake!
“The part about you turning up at an ungodly hour and entering my place without my permission is accurate, as was your demand for sex,” Tom said coolly. “You then spent the next two hours throwing up in my bathroom. I sent your dress to the dry cleaners, put you to bed, and went to your penthouse to pick up a fresh change of clothes.”
Lana glanced at the pillow next to the one she’d been lying on, her unspoken question hanging in the air.
Tom sighed. “I slept on the couch. Trust me, I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last woman on Earth.”
Lana inhaled sharply as he turned and left the room. She scowled in the next instant.
“Oh yeah?! And I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the only asshole left alive on this entire planet!” she shouted after him, a familiar pain surging inside her chest.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Thank You
About the Author
Also by A.M. Salinger
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