I don't think I can ever get to this point with any other man. Nobody can bring me here. I have had sex with others. Guys my age. In college. In boarding school. I am not a virgin. And I have orgasmed before. But nothing compares. Nothing compares to what Linc brings out of me. The savage cry for more even as my muscles scream out with the sustained pleasure assault. The total surrender I experience in his arms. With complete trust that he has me. That he wouldn't let me go. He always makes me orgasm first. He puts me first. It is an heady feeling.A kind of sadness overwhelms me as we lay there in stunned silence, relishing the aftermath of the magic we just experienced with our bodies, the sadness as I come to the realisation that no man after Linc would ever measure up. This was the standard I would be holding onto for the rest of my sexual life. I feel sad for myself. Because I can't even see myself moving on from this. From him."That was..." Linc's arm is wrapped tightly around
Amelia pulls away from me, and I panic, holding onto her tight, she looks up at me with some amusement dancing in her doe like eyes. A question mark on her full brows. I just gape at her. What am I doing?"I need to use the bathroom." She says when seconds pass and I don't let up."Oh...yeah." I let her go, swallowing my embarrassment. She gives me a sweet smile before getting up. Fully naked. My breath catches as the sunlight shines on her curvy form. She seems oblivious to all these as she turns and head for the bathroom, her perfectly shaped ass moving like water. Fuck. I feel my cock swell under the sheets.I lay there immobile, gathering my senses about me and trying my damnedest to get rid of my erection when she comes back out. Thankfully she has put on a robe. Mine. She smiles at me again, I try to return it but I know it is strained. I finally wake up with her in my bed, and I am screwing things up acting all awkward, allowing myself to get lost in my own head. I need to snap
"Is there something wrong?" Amelia's soft voice wafts up to me, pulling me back from the depths of despair I was about plunging into. I look at her warm eyes. I don't want to be yanked away from her yet. What would I give to spend another reckless endless night with her?I look at the hickey on her neck and I thirst for the soft feel of her velvety skin in between my teeth. My back is lined with scratch marks from her nails and if I could preserve their sting, I would."Uh, I don't know..." My words trail off when my phone vibrates in my hand. Chris is calling again."Excuse me, let me take this." I say, bringing the phone to my ear."I'll make coffee." Amelia leaves the room."Linc, you motherfucker." Chris's voice booms immediately I push the answer button."Good morning to you too." I snap lightly.I have been friends with Chris since college. When we were young and insane. Over the years I like to think I have mellowed down but Chris is still on about that life. He claims to be a
"Okay sir. By the time I realised what he intended to do, it was almost too late. The exhibition was already set in motion. He had the venue, reporters and social media bloggers. I tried reaching you to know what would be the ideal next step. At that point, it was possible to stop the exhibition if we acted. It seemed he was able to keep the loan sharks on his neck at bay by promising them that his latest exhibition was going to be a hit. I think he came to you to try manipulate some money so he can finance the exhibition and make it a bigger event. When he realised you were not going to yield and he couldn't keep the loan sharks away anymore, he decided to hold the exhibition anyway. Capitalising on your name and Kathyrn Tanner's. He is a rat bastard, alright." Abbie's voice is hard over the phone. I can imagine her serious face pinched and angry. She has spent weeks following a dead end."Yeah. Where are you?" There is something gnawing at the back of my mind. It is not a full pictu
"Uh, I have to drop into the office real quick." I say and take a sip of my coffee. Black, unsweetened. Exactly how I like it."Is something wrong?""Uh. No. I just have to handle something important real quick. I will be right back. Don't leave the house. I will tell Creed at the gate not to let anyone in without verifying with you or me." I take more sips of the coffee to wake me up and clear out my head. I avoid her searching eyes. I hate lying to her. I will tell her when I get back. After we hear from Tyler. After. After."You should tell me if there is something wrong, Linc. You look panicked, I have never known you to panic." Amelia doesn't move away from me. She takes a small step forward, closing the distance between us. But our bodies don't touch. It is like she knows that is the line we can't help but cross. Once our bodies make contact, there is no going back."I will tell you once I have it under control." I say, taking a step back. I hate how her face falls."If Tyler ca
I open the messages first, and Natalie, my classmate from BYU, one of the very few people I talk to has sent me multiple messages since last night asking if I am okay. What is she talking about? I scroll up to the first message and it is a link to an article. I click on it with my heart in my throat.By the time I finish reading it, I am shaking. I think I am more scarred by the intimate paintings of my mother than the implications of the article. In all three paintings, Kathryn is in different poses, utterly naked. Vulnerable and yet disturbingly beautiful. I can't wipe the images out of my head even if I tried. That was my mother. It is not exactly far- fetched from what I knew she was capable of, but to see evidence of it, so stark and shameless, it takes my breath away. The paintings are life-like. Detailed. And so disturbing, fucking hell.The artist, Arthur Beau doesn't ring a bell for a short second before I am remembering an afternoon in Linc's office where he was turning me a
I am sure she must be smiling in her grave. I catch myself pursuing that line of thought, it is so dark."Hm. So, you really didn't know they were separated because she cheated? You didn't even know why she was in Paris?" Her voice is laden with suspicion, but it flies over my head, I am so distraught, I can't think straight.I didn't even know she had been in Paris. And yet when I got the call about her accident, I believed she was on vacation or something out there, I didn't know she had been living there for weeks."You know I didn't. Did you know how badly I beat myself up over what I had with Linc? If I knew, the guilt wouldn't have been as overpowering. And even when I did, it still felt wrong. I couldn't accept it. I mean, I knew my mother wasn't a saint, but I couldn't come to terms with how much Linc swept under the rug and was there for her in her last moment. He forgave her even when she didn't deserve it." I say, my thoughts rambling."Yeah. I don't know Linc, but he defin
"I am sorry, ma'am. You can't leave. Orders from Mr. Dmitri." Creed repeats the mantra. I wonder if he even recognises me. He looks the same as three years ago. The stoic looking middle aged security agent that mans the main entrance to the mansion. I know he doesn't work alone, he is just the one that you see. And he is a mean looking bastard, I don't think I have ever seen him smile.I am exasperated at this point. I am barely holding myself from lashing out at his cool demeanour as he sits there in his cubicle, eyes concealed behind thick dark glasses, big lips held in a straight line."I am literally going out to meet him. Should I call him and tell him you're being a stuck up and keeping him waiting?" I yell so my voice carries over across the partition of his cubicle. The glass looks solid and heavy but I know he can hear the slightest sound. Even though he keeps his expression neutral.Creed turns his head to look at me, my lie must have gotten him to waver. I just have to keep