Missionary is the go-to sexual position for a reason. It is too damned intimate. I feel everything so deeply, so intensely that it takes my breath away being buried underneath Linc like this.He starts moving slowly, gently, and working up a rhythm that feels like a dance. I didn't know his hips could move like that, but he is determined to make it last and feel good to me since it is all I have asked for since he barged in."Linc. Fuck. That feels... there...oh my God!" My hands scratch down the rippling muscles of his back, his hips rotating as he pumps into me, I feel him deep inside, he is all I can feel, all I can see even with my eyes closed, all I can hear, the low moaning escaping his lips, and it is too much. Intense on a level I didn't know was even possible without losing your mind.I grab his firm ass, my thighs buck around his waist as I take him in, inch by inch, he is buried so deep inside me, I feel like we are one. Conjoined in the best way possible."You like that?"
Linc POV:I saw it earlier and I didn't like it one bit, it made my blood roar in my ears. The look of pure fear on Amelia's soft features when I mention Tyler. I can now ascertain that it is not guilt or any of crazy conclusions I arrived at on my way here. Amelia is an open book. I see her affection for me etched deeply into her face that it genuinely scares me. I wonder if I am worth her love. I can't stop thinking about the fact that she is very young and has her whole life ahead of her."What are you talking about?" Amelia says, I wince at the slight trembling in her soft voice.I will wring the fucking life out of that kid if he had hurt her in any way. God, I am barely keeping myself in control because of her. I feel like I could explode with the quietly powerful rage rumbling inside me.Amelia tries to move away from me but I don't give her the space to, I hold her chin securely with my thumb, her eyes flare with that fear again."Cut it out, Amelia. You are an open book to me
"Amelia..." Is all I can say as I watch her lips quiver beside me, doing all she can to hold back the tears. I feel like such an asshole. A fucking dumb one. Fucking hell."He stopped me when I was going up to meet you yesterday. He showed me the recording. It was clear. It was us. On your desk. He is asking...he said...he wants..." Amelia's voice tapers off as she runs out of breath and a cry escapes her lips.I hold her against my body. Feeling an equal mix of rage and shame. Whilst I was busy acting like a lovestruck jealous teenager, Amelia was getting abused by that kid. I can't imagine how scared she must have been. How much blame she must have heaped on herself. How terrible she must have felt. Oh God. My blood boils with the thought of it."He said I shouldn't tell you." Amelia's body shakes as she cries against my chest. My hands are in tight fists. Of course, the bastard asked her not to tell me."He asked for money..." She continues. I am no longer actively listening. I am
Amelia POV:"Ashley, hi." I say, the phone is pressed to my ear and my hands are busy massaging my cold feet. I am back in my room in Linc's mansion and all the feels are back. He left it exactly how I did. But he must have had someone clean it on a weekly basis. It smells fresh and yet untouched. I miss the room but not the girl I was in it."Hey! Are you out?" She sounds out of breath, she must have just come in from work.We can't deny the strain on our friendship from this Tyler business. I can't get over the fact that she didn't immediately believe me when I told her what he did. That brief moment where disbelief flashed through her face. It felt like an even bigger betrayal than what Tyler was doing to me. She is my best friend. I expect unequivocal trust and loyalty. Just like I give her.But I also understand that she must be grieving her own loss in this situation. She believed Tyler to be what he was not. It is not easy to just move on and forget. Maybe this space would bene
I stay frozen in front of the mirror for the longest time because I am so nervous. I look sensual in my dress. My hair is in a ponytail and I don't have any makeup on. I look vulnerable but classy too.Taking my latest deep breath, I step out of my room."Ah. You look stunning, Amelia." Linc halts in front of the simply laid out dining table, red wine in hand, his eyes tilted up to watch me come down the stairs and I have to do my best not to miss a step and tumble down gracelessly. I tingle under the intensity of his dark eyes. I forget everything. All I see is him. In his white pants that hug his lean hips so sensually, he could be a model. His blue free shirt. His smooth skin. His firm lips.Linc Dmitri. The man I am helplessly in love with. Shame that he also happens to be my late mother's husband. Well, ex husband but what difference does that make?He offers his hand when I reach the foot of the stairs, I take it, my stomach knitted painfully with the focus in the dark depths of
I sigh but it is actually a moan. Linc smirks and I close my eyes because I can't take how close his face is to mine, the wetness of his tongue around my lips, his sweet breath serenading my face. It is too much. I will never get used to this.Linc slips his hand behind my neck and leans in closer, taking my lips gently like he is still interested in just the tiramisu smeared around my mouth. Our lips collide and my breath escapes me.We have kissed a lot of times since I came back. A lot more times than I ever dared to dream about. And each time, it is different. It takes my breath away. It makes my heart skip a beat. It does things to my body that I can't quite put in words yet.The way his firm lips slant against mine. The dominance he exudes without even trying. How easily I surrender. I give in without even thinking about it. I hand over the reins. I become liquid and I just want to flow. Into him.Every single time is different yet he is the same man. I suspect that he could kis
"Amelia, Hernandez. Hernandez, Amelia." Linc introduces me to the austere looking man sitting straight backed on the high backed chair in his study. It is past 8p.m but the room is brightly lit. I changed into a casual top and pants before coming back down just as he was getting cleared to drive in at the gate. I still feel full from dinner but my nerves are making light work of that."Hi." I say, taking his hand. He gives me a firm handshake, his face remains expressionless."Miss Tanner." He says. His voice is neither high or low. Though deep. The perfect pitch. Professional.I didn't get what job he does or in what capacity he would be acting for our situation but looking at his serious face with that thick questionable scar on his brow, I don't want to know."Okay, Hernandez. She would give you a better brief of the situation. But keep in mind what we discussed already, I believe I gave you an overview." Linc says, sitting beside me on the couch. I kind of want him to hold my hand
"No, I don't think so." My voice is annoyingly low and I can't look up to see if Linc is watching me because I know he is. I can feel his dark eyes on me. They are warm and they lit me on fire."Okay. I get that he acted violently towards you. Can you tell me how you felt in that moment? Did he seem like he could hurt you worse in a different setting? What I am asking is if he seemed unhinged in his anger towards you." Hernandez moves on like he did not just ask me a gut wrenching question with Linc watching me for a reaction.Does he know about the dumb crush I had on Tyler in our first year? But that is not possible. Even Ashley doesn't know about it."Yes. I was genuinely scared. He didn't seem to be angry about one particular thing. I couldn't understand it. I got the sense that he hated the fact that I got into the firm because of my uhm, my connection to Linc. Like my privilege or something. Yeah, I guess you can say he seemed unhinged." I swallow. I don't know how much Hernande