24. the man with the silver tongue
CHAPTER 24
THE MAN WITH THE SILVER TONGUE
IVY
It’s hardly news to say I fall fast and hard when I like something. Ciara and I have that in common. We don’t just taste, we consume , sinking our teeth in so deep it becomes a part of us.
So, when Lincoln tells me he records porn (“erotica” Emma reminds me, “and there’s a strong story aspect to it. You should listen to a few.”),I skip right past “a few” and listen to every single one I can find. Twice.
And while Emma avoids all British voices— “The accent always reminded me too much of Lincoln, funnily enough.” Which is immediately interrupted by Charlie’s indignant, “Could’ve just said you didn’t want anyone else’s voice getting you off these days, jeez”— I have no issues letting his sultry tone and sexy little breaths turn me on.
Because, hey, I’m no saint, no matter how often Mom has asked me to be. And with Lincoln’s husky voice captured in surround sound and his permission to “enjoy”?
Yeah, I’m gonna slip on my party shoes and dance straight on down to hell. And it’ll be Lincoln’s name on my lips as I enter.
I find and replay my favorite clips. Every single one reminds me of him slipping his hand around my throat, his commands working as quickly as his fingers to make me come.
“Don’t speak unless you’re prepared to lose your voice screaming my name.”
Damn, he sounds sexy. It’s undeniably him, but also not, sounding deeper, rougher, like rolling storm clouds.
“I’ll have you anyway I want you, and you’re going to beg me for more.”
He’s good. Really, really good.
Gotta be the accent. I’m convinced Lincoln could read my phone’s terms and conditions agreement, and I’d be on my knees before he reached the second paragraph.
“Look at you, so eager to be filled. To feel my big, fat cock inside you. Is that what you want? No, I need to hear it. You’re not going to get anything until you say please. Come on, beg me for my cock.”
Jesus. My throat’s so dry, Curly McLain’s about to roll on into town.
So that’s why he was able to make that night as incredible as it was. Why he can play the perfect boyfriend so easily with me.
I just have to stop forgetting it’s an act.