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He hadn’t needed the words. She was already coming, but hearing them sent her soaring even higher. His thumb circled, pressed, and rubbed her to new peaks of pleasure, all while his cock kept moving inside her spasming pussy, rocking her over and over again.

Ashley began to struggle as the influx of sensations became too much, tears leaking from her eyes and sliding down her cheeks as she shook her head back and forth. She couldn’t get enough breath to ask him to stop. She screamed again as another wave of rapturous torment barreled through her like a tsunami.

Another wordless scream, then his hand moved away, which would have been a relief as the direct stimulation to her clit disappeared, but it also meant he could pound into her without mercy, nothing in the way. Now, she was even more sensitive than she had been, her pussy and clit still throbbing from the intense orgasms.

The sensations wrecked her, wave after wave of pounding rapture flooding her body and crashing through her until she couldn’t tell up from down. Her body buzzed and hummed, spasming, unable to move, unable to escape the sensual assault.

By the time Lincoln shoved deep inside her, bending his head over and groaning in her ear as he began to throb, Ashley was completely spent. Limp. Whimpering. Everything felt too sensitive. Her nipples pressed against his chest. Her pussy against his groin. Her legs felt like wet noodles.

“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear.

She shuddered beneath him as the words reached deep down inside her, satisfying another need.

It was so fucked up and so perfect at the same time.

She felt like she was floating, even though his full weight was atop her, pressing her into the bed.

Everything was a little hazy after that. When he finally slid away, she felt bereft, but he was back a moment later to cuddle her and help her drink some water. She guzzled it, then closed her eyes, snuggling into him while his hands stroked over her body.

It wasn’t until they moved down to her bottom, twisting the plug, that she moved again, shifting and whimpering against him.

“I want to do this again,” he murmured. “I want to fuck this pretty little ass.”

Yes, please.

Ashley shivered.

“I… I think I want that, too,” she whispered. They both fell silent for a moment. Ashley sighed. “I don’t want to be ‘that girl,’ but when are you getting a divorce?”

To her surprise, he didn’t seem upset by the question. He chuckled, shifting her slightly on his lap so he could bring her gaze up to meet his, looking her directly in the eye. A blush heated her cheeks as the new position pressed the base of the plug against his thigh, making her extra aware of it and turning the moment impossibly intimate.

“Never hesitate to advocate for yourself, especially in a shit situation like this one.” He took a deep breath and smiled at her, though there was sadness in his expression.

Truthfully, Ashley liked him better for it. The idea he’d had sex with her out of anger or vengeance… well, that had been understandable the night of the wedding, but tonight had feltlike more. Seeing that he was sad about how things had turned out made her feel better about him.

“My brother and I are going to lock Marshall out of everything this upcoming week, so I’ll be serving Janet the papers by Friday.”

Relief flooded through her. Yes, she trusted that Lincoln was telling her the truth when it came to wanting to get a divorce, but it still felt good to have it confirmed and have a date for when it would get started. To know she wasn’t going to be the ‘other woman’ for much longer.

Even if they were just fucking.

“Want to go to dinner with me next Saturday?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Maybe they weren’t just fucking.

He hesitated for a moment.

“Yes. I know it’s fucked, but yes. I want to get to know you better. I just ask that we don’t tell Rebecca until and unless we feel this becomes a serious relationship with a future.”

Damn. The amount of trust he was showing in her was as hot as anything else he’d done that night. He was trusting her to do the right thing, in a way that hadn’t been done to her, and knowing it could blow up horribly in his face if she didn’t.

“I can agree to that.” Even if things didn’t work out between them, she wouldn’t feel the need to tell Rebecca just to hurt her. That was who Rebecca was.

It wasn’t who Ashley was.

19

One Yearand One Month Later

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