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“Yes,” she whispered. The urge to tell him how many books she’d read about clubs like this pressed on her, but she wasn’t sure he’d consider romance to be research. Even though it totally was.

“Good girl.”

Fingers pulled again, using the corset as leverage to yank her toward him. As his lips came down on hers, Ashley gasped, her mouth opening for his. His tongue claimed its space against hers, devouring her as his other hand slid around her neck and into her hair, cradling the back of her head and holding her in place.

Even though her hands were free, an odd feeling of helplessness stole over Ashley. It was as though he’d put her under a spell, and she didn’t know if she would ever break free…

Didn’t know if she’d want to, even if she could.

15

Lincoln

Quivering against him, Ashley tasted like delicious sin.

She was clearly excited and nervous as hell, but she had come. Not only that, she’d also come dressed appropriately for the venue. That corset… fuck. Her breasts were about to spill out the top, and he desperately wanted to help them along, but he wasn’t sure how she’d feel about exhibitionism.

Wasn’t sure how he’d feel about sharing her, even the sight of her.

At one point in his life, he hadn’t minded when others looked, but after Janet’s betrayal… well, he was feeling a little more possessive than usual. Didn’t matter that Ashley wasn’t his wife or even his girlfriend. There was no label he could rightfully put on her.

Right now, she washis.

Keeping his hands exactly where they were, one cupping the back of her head, the other still holding the front of her corset, he lifted his lips so he could see her expression. Slightly dazed. Aroused. Anxious.

Perfection.

He was going to go easy on her tonight since it was her first time, but he was already fantasizing about ways he could push her boundaries. Ways to defile her in the hottest manner possible.

“Let’s walk around the club.” He wanted to get a feel for what she was interested in before they started. Also, he needed to confirm with Gavin, the owner, that they wanted one of the private rooms. The club had changed a lot, undergoing extensive renovations since the last time Lincoln was there. The private rooms were definitely an addition he appreciated.

He'd explained the situation with Janet to Gavin and the others he’d run into who he knew from before, but he still didn’t want to be out in the open while he technically cheated on his wife. He didn’t want to have to worry about who might see. He didn’t want to have to think about her at all.

She hadn’t been home all week, and it had been a relief. The house had felt like a happier, more restful place without her presence. Even knowing she was likely off fucking Marshall hadn’t affected him. He didn’t care.

He and Harris were almost ready to lock Marshall out of the business, and once that was done he’d be serving Janet with the divorce papers.

Looking down at the young woman beside him, the eager expression on her face, he pushed all of that out of his mind. Tonight wasn’t about that, and it wasn’t why he was there. He was there because of the physical connection between him and Ashley and no other reason.

“Do you see anything you like?” he asked as they peered over the balcony to the floor below. Although there were stations for scenes here on the main floor, it was the lower floor that had the most going on. Fewer clothes. More leather. More pain and pleasure.

Somehow, the acoustics kept most of the noise down until you were standing right above them, then the sound of leather slapping against flesh, flesh slapping against flesh, and all the moans, shrieks, and whimpers drifted up. Glancing at Ashley, Lincoln grinned when he saw her wide eyes as she stared down at the scenes of perverse lust and passion.

“Holy…” She breathlessly didn’t complete the sentence, and he wasn’t sure she knew she’d spoken aloud.

Lincoln’s hand slid up to the back of her neck again, his thumb caressing the side of her throat. He could feel her pulse flutter as he touched her. Felt her shiver. Turning her head, her gaze lifted to meet his, and her tongue flicked out to sweep across her lower lip, as if tempting him to kiss it. Bite it.

“I… I haven’t actually done anything like this before, but I’ve read a lot about it. I’ve always wanted to try bondage. Real bondage. Not just handcuffs. And a flogger. And a spanking. And?—”

Chuckling, Lincoln squeezed the back of her neck, pressing his fingertips into her throat and cutting her off.

“Not too much all at once, pet. We can do those things tonight, and if you like them, we can do more later.” He wasn’t going to lie to himself anymore. Whatever was happening between them, he didn’t think tonight would be enough.

Panting slightly, her breasts heaved within her corset as she stared up at him, eagerness lighting up her eyes.

“Yes, please.” Another shiver.

Fuck, what she did to him.

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