Chapter 11
11
VIOLET
“Where are we?” I look up at the distressed wooden sign above an even tattier-looking red wooden door.
“Come.”
“It doesn’t look safe.” I look up and down the empty street for evidence of life. It’s darker now. No one is around and I can’t even hear any music. “It’s not safe on this side of town,” I whisper.
He whispers back, “Why are we whispering? There’s no one around. Be brave. C’mon, Petal.” Petal?
Lincoln pulls his phone out, taps open an app, and then holds it up to the corner of the door. “Concealed camera. Members only.”
I jump as the junkyard door swings open and a fusion of sensual, slow-tempo music bellows into the empty street.
“Soundproof door.” He tugs my hand.
“Is this a sex club?” I pull my hand out of Lincoln’s and take a step back.
He gives a brief laugh. “Nope.”
“You sure? ”
“Yes. I have never been to a sex club in my life.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying. Strip club with my friends twice, yes. Sex club, no. I don’t need to pay for sex, Violet.”
“Because most women simply fall at your feet?” I don’t know why I’m suddenly annoyed. I fold my arms across my chest.
“Are you jealous, Ms. West?”
“No.” I pout. I am. It’s a feeling I’m not familiar with.
Lincoln holds his two fingers up to the camera and mouths, Two minutes .
And the door closes again.
He moves toward me and gently cups my face. “Back home, I may have slept with a few girls in the past. But I have changed. I wanted to change. I haven’t slept with anyone in months. I also have never paid for sex. Ever. That sounds nasty.” He shakes his head. “I like you and only you. Violet West, God made you fucking perfect because you are the most knockout woman I have ever laid eyes on. I would love nothing more than to take you back to my place, peel off these sexy clothes, and learn every single glorious detail of your beautiful body because I have been hard for you since the moment you set foot inside the gym the other night.” He moves his lips closer to my mouth. “Now, unfold those arms because all it does is push your tits up even further, and it makes me want to slip my dick between your delicious cleavage and ride it so fucking hard.” His breath airbrushes against my skin.
Holy shit.
“But tonight, I am taking you out on a date. A proper date to remember. So chill, sweet flower.”
“Okay,” I submissively agree.
His hooded eyes drop to my lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“If you don’t, I might die. ”
He grins and my arms fall to my sides. Finally, his soft, full lips press gently against mine and he lets out a low moan. As he opens his mouth slightly, mine responds, allowing him to slip his tongue between my lips.
It’s a kiss unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something changes between us and desire runs through my veins.
Lincoln threads his large hand into my hair, pulling me hard against his mouth, deepening our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close, his hard length against my hip. Grabbing a handful of my ass, he pushes my pelvis into him and a gasp of enjoyment leaves my lungs. “Lincoln,” I sigh. “I want you.”
“Mmm, I want you so bad,” he mumbles between kisses. “I’m so hard for you.”
I rock my pelvis against his to relieve the tension building between my thighs.
“I’ll come if you keep doing that,” he pants as he digs his fingers into my hips to stop me moving. “Shit, I promised myself I wouldn’t do this tonight.”
“I promised myself I would do this tonight,” I counter.
He dips his head and nibbles my jaw. “You’re a devil woman.”
“I am.”
“A wicked woman with a delicious body I want to fucking devour.” He moves back to my lips and kisses me.
“I could kiss you all night,” I mumble against his lips.
“You just made dancing with you even more impossible. I can’t dance with a hard-on.”
“Let’s go back to my place, then.” I don’t care how forward I am being. I’m a woman who knows what she wants… him.
“Don’t tempt me.” He presses his forehead against mine.
“I was trying to.” I smile coyly.
“Trust me, I know.” He presses his soft lips against mine in a last kiss. “Let’s go dance. It’s time to show me what you can do with this insane body of yours.” He runs his thumb along my now-swollen bottom lip before he steps backward and eyes my body.
He shakes his head. “You are so fucking hot,” he mumbles, as if talking to himself.
The door magically opens again, and we descend the dark stairs. At this point, I don’t care where they lead.
Because after that hot as hell kiss, I’ll die a lucky woman.