“I… why is it… I thought you just said you moved on.”
“I can’t ask you? The wholeInternetis asking.”
“We’re not an official couple. No. If that’s what you’re asking,” Lincoln finally admits.
“But youdofuck her regularly. Right?” I press.
He pauses.
“I hope it was worth it. Throwing away our marriage for,” I say.
Rein it back.
Gotta rein it back.
Can’t push too far.
I give him a smirk and walk up to him. His pupils dilate instantly. His face flushes as I get close. Closer than I’ve been to him in two years.
God, I’m always amazed at how tall he is.
He looks down at me, waiting.
“What are you doing?” Lincoln asks quietly.
I lift my hand and trace my index finger down his sternum, over his chest. Then I drag two fingers slowly down his abs, all the way to his belly button where the little tuft of hair disappears into his boxers.
The bulge there gets larger.
His breathing picks up, barely audible, but with me this close, impossible to miss.
Thing is…
…myheart is pounding too.
“Why are you so hard, Link?” I ask, pausing, my eyes moving deliberately from his crotch back up to his face.
“... if you don’t want me? Hmm?” my voice flows like silk.
There it is. His Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps loudly.
Fuck him.
That’s what he gets.
He gets harder. I can feel it pressed against my belly.
“I’m just fucking with you,” I say, turning and walking away, catching the way he suddenly can’t speak, his face turning red like he’s about to start leaking blood.
“Anyway, I’ll have everything ready,” I add.
He still says nothing.
I can’t see his face, my back is to him now.
“Any allergies that Morris has?” I ask.
Still nothing. So I turn around. He’s just standing there… staring at me, his erection bobbing in front of him.
