Chapter 21
Lincoln
I’m so turned on, it’s dizzying. Just looking at Isabel—her eyes locked on me with such blatant desire—has my thoughts spinning in reckless circles. My blood pounds in my ears, but I manage a smirk as I push myself off her in one swift move.
“Hold that thought,” I say, my voice ragged with need. “Get completely undressed while you wait for me.”
She props herself up on her elbows, a playful frown tugging at her lips. “Where are you going?”
“You’ll see,” I reply with a low promise. My heart thunders as I stride out of the room, making for the living area. I head straight to the bag I brought to the club, the one concealing a little surprise that’s about to make this night even more interesting.
When I enter the room, I’m spellbound. Wow. Isabel’s a dream. She gazes up at me completely nude, and my heart hammers around my rib cage. I hold up the vibrator, and her eyes flash with surprise.
“Oh,” she whispers, as I set it on the dresser.
“Oh is right,” I say, removing my shirt in one quick tug. I kick off my socks and shoes and unbutton my pants, lowering them down my legs as Isabel sucks in a breath. I’m left in nothing but my boxer briefs as Isabel’s eyes roam down my body.
“Now it’s my turn to memorize you,” she whispers.
I give her a quick grin before removing my briefs.
I grip the base of my cock with one hand, and pick up the toy with the other, making my way toward the bed.
“I want every part of you, Isabel.” I toss the toy onto the bed, and lean down to trail kisses up her body starting at her ankle.
“Your skin’s so soft.” I move up her long legs, kissing and nibbling as I go.
My cock’s so hard at the sight of her. I keep peppering kisses the higher I go, until I settle my body between her legs. I grab the toy and turn it on.
“The other night you were driving me insane when I was using this on you,” I admit to her.
“You had me coming undone,” she tells me, and I smile at her words.
“Now it’s my turn to play with you.” I slowly drag the toy over her inner thigh, bringing it closer to her center.
She moans as I circle it around her clit. Her hands fly into my hair, pulling and tugging at each strand. “I’m so close already.”
Our eyes collide at her admission, and I smile. She’s soaked as she thrusts herself against the toy. I drag my tongue over her wetness while savoring the taste of her. I’ve wanted Isabel for so many years, it’s insane that I’m actually here with her right now.
I’ve always believed in karma—that the universe balances itself by rewarding the good and punishing the bad.
Lately, though, I haven’t been the man I aspire to be.
But for Isabel, I want to change all that, to become someone she truly deserves.
Because if there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that after tonight, I’ll never be able to let her go.
I push the toy against her clit, using it in time with my tongue. I push one hand against her thigh, spreading her legs further apart. She’s completely mine right now. The way I’m controlling her pleasure. She’s all mine, and the thought has me spiraling, my cock pulsing with need.
I drag the toy away from her clit and push it deep inside her, giving her no chance to prepare for it. I sit up, wanting to watch her take the toy. It has a little nub near the base that lines up with her clit, and I make sure she’s enjoying the toy properly.
I grip her shoulder as I thrust the toy deep inside her, pulling it out and then slamming it into her again. Her back arches as her mouth falls open. I lean forward, kissing those succulent lips, letting my tongue mirror the motion of the toy inside her, letting her taste herself on me.
It turns me on even more, and I know she’s enjoying the toy, but I need to feel her too. “Hold the toy inside you,” I tell her as I hand over the vibrator for her to hold. She guides it back inside her as her body vibrates. She’s so fucking close, and I want to feel her come all over my cock.
I grip my dick with one hand as I grip one ass cheek with the other, spreading her more. “I need inside you.”
She starts to pull the toy out of her, but I shake my head.
“No,” I tell her, “I can share.” I work the head of my cock to her opening, pushing inside her alongside the toy.
She holds onto my shoulders, her nails digging into my hot flesh. “Oh my god, Lincoln,” she cries out. “It’s too much.”
“You can handle it. You’re Isabel fucking Maddox, complete badass.
I once saw you take down another security company single handedly because they’d encroached on your territory.
I know you can handle anything. Now you wanted this fucking cock, so take it.
Take what’s yours.” I push further inside her.
The toy vibrates against my cock, and sends my heart hammering into overdrive. It all feels too fucking good. Fuck. I keep working my cock inside her.
“I’m so close,” she moans. “Lincoln, please. Oh my…” her words turn to gibberish on her tongue.
She’s got the toy seated deep inside her, the clit stimulator directly where it’s supposed to be as Isabel’s legs grip around my waist. I’m nearly all the way inside her as her orgasm crashes over her.
“Oh god,” she calls out into the empty room. “Lincoln, oh, Lincoln.” Her eyes squeeze shut as her mouth falls open in a silent scream.
“Keep riding my cock. Don’t stop grinding your hips. Keep your orgasm going, baby.”
She does as I say as her orgasm rolls into another one. She grips me as I keep fucking her with the toy and my dick. She’s so tightly wrapped around me, and I click a higher speed on the toy as I keep it in place. I’m thrusting my dick in and out of her as the toy vibrates at full speed.
“Fuck me,” Isabel screams out. “It’s too much, Lincoln, please.”
“Keep coming, baby. Keep coming over my cock. Show me who you belong to.”
“You,” she whispers out as my mouth collides with hers. I keep kissing her as I slam my cock deep inside her. “You own me.” She pulls the toy out of her, letting my cock get all the way inside her.
I stall, my eyes gazing down at her. “You’re perfect pussy grips me so fucking tightly, Isabel.”
Her hands fly into my hair, tugging me closer to her, and I kiss her once more, letting my body pick up speed. She flips the toy off as I get lost inside her.
I’m pounding, pushing—fucking—her. I lose control, my body unable to stop as I gaze into her eyes.
“Pill?” I shout out, my orgasm nearly here.
“Yes,” she nods quickly. “I’m on the pill. Oh, Lincoln, please come inside me.”
I don’t even have time to think before my orgasm unleashes. I pulse and jolt as my release slams through me, making me see stars behind my closed lids. Fuck me. I’m never letting this woman go.
I wake with a start, tangled in cool sheets, blinking to orient myself.
For one disorienting moment, I wonder why my bed is so warm.
Then I realize it’s not the bed—it’s Isabel, curled against my side, her head nestled on my shoulder.
My entire body tightens at the memory of how we ended up like this, the way our desire finally sparked into something real and undeniable last night.
Just the thought of it sends a surge of heat through me.
But the warmth is quickly followed by a wave of guilt.
Isabel’s still asleep, her hair a dark spill across my chest, her breathing slow and steady.
Gently, I slip free from the sheets, placing her head carefully on a pillow so I don’t disturb her.
I pause for a second, studying the slight arch of her cheekbone, the delicate flutter of her lashes against her skin.
She looks so peaceful, it almost hurts to disrupt it.
A dull ache settles behind my ribs as I ease off the bed.
Even after everything we’ve shared—the tension, the closeness, the way she drove me wild last night—I can’t escape the looming problem…
Dean. He has no idea what we’re doing, infiltrating these parties, using every ounce of subterfuge we’ve got.
And now we’ve crossed a line that complicates everything.
Part of me thinks I owe it to him to tell him what’s going on.
But the other part screams it’s too dangerous, that we could blow the entire operation if he intervenes.
I gather my clothes from the floor and tiptoe out of the room.
The safe house hallway is quiet, morning light slanting through the small windows and illuminating a faint swirl of dust motes in the air.
I slip into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me with a soft click.
My face in the mirror tells me everything: dark circles under my eyes, hair a mess.
I look like a man who slept less than a handful of hours, which isn’t far from the truth.
Splashing cold water on my face helps a little, but does nothing to ease the tangle of emotions lodged in my chest. Guilt, yes, but also an undercurrent of fierce protectiveness for Isabel. Last night was sexy.
Steamy.
Out of this world insane.
Part of me wants to rush back into the room, see if she’s woken up, wrap her in my arms again. Another part warns me to keep my distance, to stay focused on the job. It’s not easy to balance these impulses.
I dry my face, pull on a fresh pair of gray sweatpants, and slip out into the living room. The morning sun brightens the living area in soft gold, and for a moment, I just stand there, letting the stillness sink in.
We have bigger problems than my guilt, I remind myself. Morris Rolfe is still out there, and we’ve come up with squat. Vera and Trey might be friendly, but they haven’t delivered anything solid. And if we want to get closer to Rolfe, we might need Dean’s help whether Isabel likes it or not.