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Wanting to give him a show, I crossed my arms and grabbed the hem of my undershirt, slowly slipping it off. I’d actually managed to pick out a sexy bra set tonight. The lacy red bra immediately drew his attention. It was my color, my pale skin standing out against it and matching my flaming red hair.

Turning around, I shimmied out of my jeans, letting them drop to the floor and giving him a nice view of my ass that was also covered in red lace.

“You’re playing with fire, sunshine,” he warned. “Come here. I hope you don’t like that set.”

My eyes narrowed on him. “I do.”

He didn’t even bother to respond. A smirk formed on his lips as he pulled my hands together and held them above my head, expertly tying the rope around my wrists until I was tied to the ceiling, hands outstretched, body exposed and vulnerable.

“This will work perfectly.” He raised it just so I was barely on my tiptoes. I worried for a half a second about it getting uncomfortable but I was so ready to see where he was taking this that I didn’t care.

He walked around me slowly, fingers trailing over my exposed skin. Goosebumps erupted and I shivered against the feather-light touch. Soft touches always got me going and he fucking knew it.

He stood behind me, purposely not letting me see as he undressed. I tried to turn around but that earned me a swat on the ass. My yelp was followed by me uselessly pulling on the rope, trying to get away, but I had nowhere to go.

“Dammit!” I cursed.

“Watch that mouth,” he teased as he pressed his chest to my back. Lincoln growled low in my ear as he slid his hand around my body and into my panties. Teeth grazed over my neck, the sharp sting of it was matched by a finger slipping into my wet pussy.

“I wanted this all fucking night,” he whispered. His teeth sank into the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, thrusting two fingers into me at the same time. Instead of trying to move away this time, I grinded back on his hand, needing so much more. And Lincoln gave it to me. He picked up the pace and sucked hard on my skin, the double sensation sending me careening into my first orgasm, crying out as it washed over me.

“You’re such a good girl. So responsive. That might be one of my favorite things about you,” he husked in my ear before he teased his tongue over the top of it, sending more shivers through my already shaky body.

“Along with my bratty humor,” I teased, my words cutting off as he pushed his thumb into my clit. I bucked against the ropes and he chuckled.

“What was that, sunshine?”

“Nothing,” I hissed.

“That’s what I thought,” he said as he backed away far enough to land another smack on my ass. “Hm. That might just be another. My handprint shows up so nicely on your ass.” He rubbed gently at the heated handprint he left behind.

“Lincoln. Fuck me,” I begged as I tried again to turn and face him, but he kept me in place.

Without another warning he ripped apart my bra, the material tearing easily so it was hanging off of me.

He still stayed behind me, reaching around to cup my breasts, squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I was grinding my ass into him at this point, getting frustrated at his lack of fucking me.

“Soon enough,” he chastised. “I want to make sure you’re good and ready for me, sunshine.”

The last thing I expected was Lincoln to move in front of me and get on his knees, ripping my underwear in half and hooking my legs over his shoulders. He spread me wide enough that he dove right in, licking a long stripe over my cunt. I gasped and tugged at the ropes as he thrust his tongue inside of me, fucking me mercilessly before alternating between long licks, teasing flicks of his tongue, and sucking hard on my clit. If I thought I was needy before, it couldn’t hold a candle to the incoherent babbling I was doing now.

He knew just how to work me up, going fast then breaking the pace and going slow right when I was at the edge until I was ready to scream. And when he knew that I could barely take anymore, he put all of his attention on my clit. This time when I came I did cry out, grinding into his face as my vision tunneled and my wrists bruised against the ropes as I struggled to keep still.

He let me ride him through the aftershocks until my body relaxed. Standing, he stood up, finally letting me see him properly. With a smirk he claimed my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue but it only added to the arousal that was already flooding through my system.

“Hop up, sunshine,” he ordered. That smooth, deep baritone had me obeying without hesitation. The moment I was wrapped around him he was slamming his hips forward, finally giving me his cock.

I didn’t care if I didn’t have permission to move, I slammed my mouth to his, a clash of teeth and tongue as we fought for dominance. Somehow we never lost rhythm through it. But the moment he slid his fingers between us, teasing me into a third orgasm, I knew he wasn’t far off. I clenched my pussy around him, teasing him until he couldn’t hold back. My laughter earned me a harsh slam of his hips but it was his undoing, satisfaction making me grin into our kiss. If he was going to be able to undo me with words alone, then this was only fair.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “You’re playing dirty, Brea.”

“Hell yes, I am,” I laughed. We were both breathing heavily, covered in a sheen of sweat, but completely satisfied. He finally pulled out of me when we had calmed and placed me back on my feet. If it wasn’t for the ropes holding me up, I definitely would have fallen. After loosening the ropes, he carefully untied my hands before carrying me to the bed.

My sweet man cleaned me up before snuggling in beside me.

“Well, that definitely beats being screamed at by ghosts and listening to hours of audio,” he chuckled into my ear.

“Yes, it does. And now it’s time to rest up, since we have another round of investigations tonight and the guys wanted to get an early start.”


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