Chapter 10
Sarah's POV
I don’t know how, but after the Christmas party, I actually got Lincoln to come back to my apartment.
The first red flag was him standing at the door refusing to come in.
“Sit down. I just didn’t want to be alone after what happened at the party,” I say.
“It’s no big deal. I don’t think he’s going to fire you. You’re way too valuable and me working there is contingent upon you working there,” Lincoln says, and for a moment I feel his grace.
“That’s if you don’t change your mind later,” I say, turning my back to put the kettle on.
“Why would I change my mind?”
“Oh don’t give me that, Lincoln.” I turn and look at him as he continues standing by the door.
I have to reach him somehow. Striding up to him, I gently take his hands in mine. I lick my lips and look up at him with the same look he fell in love with years ago.
“I thought that we were in a good place.”
“Professionally—”
“No, I don’t mean professionally, Lincoln.”
Hesitation.
“You divorced this woman.”
“She divorced me.”
“Yeah because you cheated on her.”
“Yeah, with you. You were the reason for that.”
“So you’re going to sit here and completely throw all the blame on me?” I snap at him.
“Of course not. I already told you that most of the blame lies on me but…”
“But what, Lincoln? Well now that she’s going to have a job at fucking Helion there’s no need for her to live with you, right? Just be honest. Just say you’re getting back with her,” I say, waiting for the answer.
“Why is this so important to you? I thought you said that we didn’t have to be in a relationship.”
“I mean… wow.” I lick my bottom lip, scoffing, putting the back of my hand against my forehead. Walking away from Lincoln for a minute, I feel my heart pounding before I turn back toward him.
“I like you, Lincoln. That’s obvious, I know, but… I don’t want to share you. And I thought this whole thing with Gabrielle was over.”
Lincoln just stares at me like a deer caught in headlights, or like a drunk man who doesn’t know he’s drunk, swaying in the middle of the road.
“I never wanted to divorce Gabrielle.”
“Oh don’t give me that shit. When you were the most unhappy, it’s because you were married to her, and it’s like you’ve conveniently forgotten all of that.”
“I was unhappy because I was working late all the time and—”
“That is not what you told me, Lincoln. You don’t remember all those conversations we had and all those late nights where you were just bitching and moaning and complaining about your wife not understanding you? You roped me into that.”
His eyes narrow before he steps closer to me.
“You’re going to act as though I forced you into my drama. I explicitly told you not to worry about it, and you forced your way into my space begging me to tell you. You knew I was vulnerable and I thought you were being a friend to me. Had I known you had ulterior motives—”
“Ohhhhh that is rich coming from you! You’re acting like you didn’t want to fuck me from day one!
You’re seriously going to stand there and pretend as though I was a Venus flytrap and you just buzzed your way in not knowing?
Don’t insult me, please. You’re the most intelligent man I know, so I know this is bullshit,” I yell.
“You’re right, this whole thing is bullshit. This whole thing between you and me is bullshit too. It was only ever about sex. The whole reason I cheated in the first place was because of sex.”
“Yeah because your wife wasn’t giving it to you!” I remind him, because clearly he has short-term memory.
“I was… she did give… look, I’m not going to sit here arguing with you.” He starts stepping away toward the front door.
I can’t let him leave.
“I’m not done talking to you. We still have to see each other at work, so we need to figure out what’s going on now. You can’t just blindside me letting your ex-wife back into your life and just casting me aside like what happened between us never existed.”
Lincoln rolls his eyes and closes them like this is the world’s most boring conversation. Fucking hell… if this is what his wife had to go through, I understand why she gave him shit. He’s acting like I’m the one inconveniencing him. What the fuck.
“What, is it impossible for you to have a grown-up conversation?” I challenge him.
Shrugging, he turns again to face me. “All right let’s have a grown-up conversation. I wanted to fuck you,” he says just like that.
This is supposed to make me feel good because it used to, but now the way he says it, with the shrugging of the shoulders and his eyebrows raised like this should be obvious to me, actually hurts.
“What more do you want me to say? You were alluring and I’ve never met a woman like you in my field that understood what I did.
I was around you all the time you were there right in front of me and I was horny all the time and barely got to see my wife.
I took advantage of you, I took advantage of the situation and not for nothing but…
you were also pushing your ass upon me all the time. ”
“Oh so you have no self-control?!”
“You’re acting like you didn’t want me to lose self-control. You had no problems, no qualms whatsoever once I finally gave in and now you’re trying to use it against me? What the fuck do you want from me Sarah?”
“I want you to be honest!”
“ABOUT WHAT?” He comes a little closer, his height being intimidating. My legs quiver. My pussy throbs. He’s getting angry and that’s turning me on for some reason.
“HMM?” he challenges. “What? You want me to tell you I love you?”
My heart flutters, but I say nothing.
“I don’t love you. Let’s just get that out the fucking way. I don’t fucking love you. I never loved you, I never had feelings for you like that outside of lust and the need to fuck you. The only person I’ve ever loved is my wife.”
“You mean your ex-wife. You divorced her, remember?”
“She divorced me. Yes, my ex-wife. It doesn’t matter.”
“So you’re a fucking simp. How pathetic.”
Lincoln smiles at me with a look that sends chills down my spine.
“And you slept with this simp. Had no problem with me being a simp when it served you right? When it validated you? When you opened up your loose legs knowing I was married so I could fuck you knowing I only wanted you for your body?”
Every step he takes closer to me I back up, until my back is against the counter. I know he slept with Gabrielle. He doesn’t have to say anything; it’s obvious. Maybe that’s why he’s so brazen right now.
Now he’s right in front of me, standing over me almost nose to nose, and I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I’m not supposed to feel affected by this. No man is supposed to make me feel like this.
“Lincoln stop,” I say with a weak voice that doesn’t sound like my own.
“No. You wanted the truth, remember?”
“Not like this.” I whimper, closing my eyes, my chin dipping as the tears spill despite myself.
Lincoln is quiet, and when I open my eyes to see him standing there, the fire that was in his eyes only moments ago seems to burn out, probably because he feels bad that he made me cry.
He looks like he has no idea what to say. His eyes flutter and he starts to step away, but I don’t want him to leave. I throw my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, which he resists at first.
My hands find his crotch and I can feel that he’s a little hard. That’s good. He’s not totally unaffected by the tension either.
“Sarah,” he says, voice tight with warning, but I don't budge, climbing him until my legs hook his waist.
Then he’s returning my kiss fervently, and the both of us are ripping our clothes off. Suddenly I’m on the floor in my living room. I pull at his hair, biting his lip. His moans escape into my mouth as I use my toes to slip below his pants and boxers and pull them down past his ass.
His juicy cock feels wet against my inner thigh. Lincoln lines it up, and I can’t help but buck into him as he slides deep inside me, stretching me, causing me to yelp from the sudden pain.
Lincoln pounds my pussy angrily, and my heart soars knowing that I still own this piece of him.
He’s fighting it. There’s a part of him that still belongs to me.
He just feels some weird undying loyalty to Gabrielle probably because he feels guilty about what he did to her, but that doesn’t mean he belongs with her.
Stretch.
Fill.
Dip.
Relax.
Stretch.
Tightness.
Pain.
Withdraw.
And relax.
The sweet, delectable feeling of Lincoln stuffing me is all I can think about. His cock is so hard, speaking its own coded language straight through my nervous system all the way to my heart.
My arms wrap around him, hugging him close as I rub my face against his. His breaths come ragged, getting faster as he gets closer to the edge of ruin.
“Come for me Lincoln,” I pour into his ear, his only response being a helpless groan like he’s a slave to his instincts.
That’s right. He can’t deny me. The power I have over him is strong because the attraction he has for me is stronger than even he knows. He was never meant to be with Gabrielle. Maybe that’s why I never felt anything as strong for anyone else as I do for Lincoln.
Love?
Probably not.
But we make a good match. He and I are perfect for each other.
My mind goes blank as my orgasm hits super fast and bright, causing me to quiver under him, my pussy walls clenching around his ever-hardening cock.
Lincoln yells into my neck as he humps twice before going still, and then I feel the bucking of his cock within me, expelling his load.
We both lie there breathless for a while, me with my leg still splayed out to the side, Lincoln still inside me.
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