Bonus Epilogue
Lincoln
I kick the front door shut behind us, the sound echoing through the quiet house like a gunshot.
Isabel’s already peeling off her blazer, tossing it over the back of the couch, her blouse clinging to her curves from the heat.
She looks exhausted, but the second her eyes meet mine, that tired expression melts into something hungry. Fuck, I love that look.
“Long day, baby?” I ask, voice low as I stalk toward her. My tie’s already loose, and I yank it off completely, letting it drop to the floor. She nods, biting her lower lip, and I’m on her in two strides.
I back her against the wall, hands sliding up her thighs, bunching her skirt as I go. “You’ve been teasing me all fucking day with that tight little pencil skirt. Every time you bent over the conference table, I was this close to dragging you into the supply closet and fucking you raw.”
Her breath hitches, and I feel her thighs squeeze together. I press my body against hers, letting her feel how hard I already am. “You like knowing that, don’t you? Knowing I’ve been walking around with a hard-on because of you?”
“Lincoln…” she whispers, her hands fisting my shirt.
I kiss her hard, tongue claiming her mouth while my fingers find the zipper on the back of her skirt.
It slides down with a soft rasp, and I shove the fabric over her hips, letting it pool at her feet.
She’s in black lace panties and those thigh-high stockings that drive me insane. I groan against her lips.
“Goddamn, look at you.” I spin her around so her palms are flat against the wall, ass arched back toward me. I run my hands over her hips, squeezing, then slap one cheek just hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re so fucking wet already, aren’t you?”
She whimpers, pushing back against me. I hook my fingers in her panties and yank them down, letting them fall. My hand slides between her legs, and fuck—she’s drenched. Two fingers slip inside her easily, curling just right, and she moans loud enough that the neighbors might hear. Good.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Show me how bad you need this cock.” I pump them faster, thumb circling her clit. She’s trembling, thighs shaking. “You’ve been thinking about this all day too, haven’t you? My thick cock stretching you open, filling you up until you can’t think straight.”
“Yes—fuck, Lincoln, please…”
I pull my fingers out and she whines at the loss. I spin her back around, lift her up so her legs wrap around my waist, and carry her to the kitchen island. I set her on the edge, spread her thighs wide, and drop to my knees. No more teasing.
I bury my face between her legs, licking her from entrance to clit in one long stroke. She cries out, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh God, yes—right there—”
I suck her clit hard, flicking my tongue over it while I slide two fingers back inside her, fucking her fast and deep. She’s bucking against my mouth, soaking my chin. “Come for me, Isabel. Come all over my tongue so I can taste how much you missed me.”
She shatters with a scream, thighs clamping around my head as she pulses around my fingers. I don’t stop until she’s whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.
I stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and she looks up at me with those dazed, needy eyes. I undo my belt, pop the button on my pants, and shove everything down. My cock springs free, hard and aching. I stroke it once, twice, letting her watch.
“You want this?” I ask, voice rough. “Want me to fuck you right here on the counter?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Lincoln. Fuck me hard.”
I grip her hips, line myself up, and thrust in deep with one brutal stroke. She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. Fuck, she’s tight, hot, perfect. I pull out slow just to slam back in, setting a punishing rhythm.
“That’s it, take every inch, baby. You feel so fucking good around my cock. So wet and tight for me.” I lean in, biting her neck. “I’m gonna ruin you tonight. Pound this pussy until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
I hook her legs over my arms, spreading her wider, driving deeper. The island shakes with every thrust. She’s moaning my name like a prayer, head thrown back, tits bouncing with the force of my hips.
“Look at me,” I growl. “Look at me while I fuck you.” Her eyes lock on mine, hazy with lust. “You’re mine, Isabel. This pussy is mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasps. “All yours—fuck, I’m gonna come again—”
I reach between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles. “Then come. Come on my cock, baby. Milk me dry.”
She explodes around me, walls fluttering and squeezing so hard I see stars. I bury myself deep and follow right after, groaning her name as I spill inside her, pulse after pulse.
I stay buried in her, both of us panting, foreheads pressed together. I kiss her slow and filthy, tasting myself on her lips.
“Welcome home, baby,” I murmur against her mouth. “We’re just getting started.”