“I can’t get the police involved with everything. Especially when I have my very own personal cop right here,” I say, giving him a playful pound with my fist.
I lean down to look through the driver’s side window over to where Gabby is sitting. “I’m so sorry that I pulled Lincoln away. If there were any other choice, I would have taken it.”
Gabby gives me that fake tight smile. “Sure. Hopefully you’ll stay away from that ex from now on.”
“Yeah, definitely,” I say, wishing I could spit in that woman’s face.
“Can you walk me to my door?” I ask hopefully, giving him those eyes I know he’s finding harder and harder to deny.
He looks toward the car. “I got to get back home, Sarah.”
“I understand,” I say sadly.
I notice his brows furrow, then he exhales, rolling his eyes. “Just to the building door.”
I smile instantaneously, releasing a playful squeak as I do one hop, my hands behind my back, looking as cute as possible. That elicits a smile out of Lincoln.
When we get to the door, I look toward him. “If you ever need anything you can feel free to call me. I didn’t want to bother you on your personal time but… I mean, I hope it wasn’t… I just trust you. You’re the person I feel safest around so… I’m sorry.”
Lincoln just stares at me. “I’m glad you called me,” he says.
I know full well, judging from the rush of blood to his face and the fact that he’s keeping his hand in his pocket, probably trying to keep his dick tied down, that he feels great about what I just said.
I lean over and give him a quick hug, and then I tighten the hug before he pulls away and release him. I know his wife can see everything, and I don’t care. Let her see. Maybe then she’ll treat her man with a little bit more respect. Women need to know they can lose their men so they can act right. But in my opinion, the marriage is already over.
Lincoln stares at me and gives me a soft chuckle.
“All right, see you at work, weirdo,” he smiles.
“Ditto,” I smile back.
And when I’m finally home in my apartment, I wash my face, then settle down in my bed and get my vibrator.
God, it turned me on, him being all protective like that and shy. Now that I know full well that he wants me more than just surface level, all I can think about is being with him. What it would be like if we were together. Lincoln’s playing hard to get because he has to, because he’s married.
But I fantasize about him coming back when his wife is not around in the middle of the night and climbing into my bed, kissing me all over my body, my neck and my face, and going inside of me and busting almost instantly because he’s wanted me as badly as I’ve wanted him for so long.
When I come, I scream out his name. I don’t care if the guy next door can hear me. He’s a creep anyway.
As I open my eyes, the sadness settles down at the bottom of my heart. I don’t want to admit that I have strong feelings for him, but I do, and it sucks because he’s going to go home and spend the rest of the day with his fucking wife, the woman who doesn’t deserve him and doesn’t understand him the way I do. It’s so unfair.
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Chapter 17
Lincoln's POV
Driving back home, I squirm in the driver’s seat. My cock is throbbing non-stop. I hate this. I hate feeling like this. Okay, yeah, Sarah is very attractive, and seeing her vulnerable like that turns me on. Maybe it has nothing to do with her specifically, or maybe it does. I mean, I’m a man, so why would I not be attracted? She likes me, and even Gabby had pointed it out.
My mind keeps going back to Sarah hugging me, smiling at me, her face being red with tears, the way her voice sounded on the phone when she called me asking me to rescue her.
God, my dick is so hard right now. I try to position it properly, then look over to my right, noticing Gabby staring at my lap before rolling her eyes or fluttering them in irritation before looking through the windshield.
My wife definitely saw my erection.
“It’s not what you think it is,” I blurt out before she can say anything.
“What’s not what I think it is?” she asks tightly, not looking at me.
