“You’re drunk. And I’m sober.” He said it to remind himself as much as to explain to her why what she was suggesting wasn’t going to happen.
“So, you only want me when you’re drunk?”
Fuck. Now she sounded sad.
“I’m not going to take advantage of a drunk young woman half my age. You don’t know what you want.” He took a shuddering breath as her fingers climbed up his thigh, moving closer to his groin and brushing against the bulge in his pants which had grown incredibly tight. “If you were sober, it would be a different story.”
“If I was sober, I wouldn’t be willing to fuck a married man.” She leaned in, and he could feel her hot breath against his cheek, smell the alcohol on it. Instead of turning him off, it justcatapulted him back to that night. Back to how she felt in his hands. How she felt on his cock. How she tasted on his tongue.
“And even drunk, I wouldn’t have fucked you if I wasn’t already planning to divorce my wife.”
The hand on his leg stopped moving.
“You are?” Now she sounded younger than before, more uncertain, and fucked-up pervert that he was, his cock throbbed in response.
“I am, but she’s cheating on me with my business partner. I have to wrap some things up at work before I can serve her papers because I need to sever that relationship at the same time.”
“Mmm.” There was a long moment of silence, then her hand slid away, much to his regret. “Did you know she’s trying to catch you cheating?” Thankfully, they had just stopped at a red light.
Lincoln’s head swiveled to look at Ashley—but this time, it was her turn to be looking away. Panic started to rise up inside of him. The only person who knew hehadcheated on Janet was her…
“I saw them together at the wedding. Heard what they were saying. She wants to catch you cheating because something about the prenup.”
“So, you decided to help her out?”
“If I was going to do that, I would have already told her about our little… encounter.” Ashley turned to face him. She grinned, a wild, almost feral grin. “I just wanted to fuck you. I mean, okay, I did have the thought before we fucked, but that’s not why I fucked you. That’s not why I want to do it again.”
A horn honked behind him, making both of them jump. He put his foot back on the gas. He hadn’t even noticed the green light. Proof of how much Ashley Vaughn got under his skin.
“Why do you want to do it again?” he asked before he could stop himself.
Ashley just shrugged. Maybe the alcohol was wearing off.
They rode the rest of the way in silence. Ashley’s home was a townhouse, not far from where she’d grown up. Lincoln knew she lived alone but was friendly with her neighbors, at least enough to wave to them. From Rebecca, he also knew she didn’t have many close friends. The two of them had been alike in that respect.
Introverts.
Not that Ashley had been very introverted with him, not when they were alone. Though it might be the alcohol affecting her. It wasn’t as though she’d spent any time with him while she was sober.
“Walk me in?” she asked when he parked. Whatever serious thoughts she’d been having in the car, they seemed to have worn off.
“I’ll walk you to your door,” he said.
She blinked in surprise. Maybe she’d just been teasing him. Maybe she wasn’t serious.
But…
Lincoln walked her to her door, letting her hold his arm, so she could stay steady on her feet. When they reached the door, she turned to look up at him, and he found himself leaning forward, looming over her. Her breath hitched in her throat as he pressed her against the door frame, his hard cock digging into her soft stomach. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her again so bad.
She’s drunk. And I’m not.
“This Saturday, I’ll be at a club downtown. It’s called the Outlands.”
“The bar that closed down?”
“It’s only closed to the public now. Go there Saturday night. Anytime eight o’clock or later. Give them my name at the door and tell them you’re Lincoln Black’s guest. Be sober, and I’ll fuck you all night if that’s what you want.”
“At this club?” Her eyes were wide, round, her breath coming in soft, short pants.