Page 29 of Dancing With Doubt

She had to wonder if he was hearing the same song because Lincoln thrust into her just as the bass kicked in. “Fuck.”

She didn’t know if she screamed it or moaned it, but she wasn’t really in a position to care. Her body was on fire, even her head might be.

She braced herself when he took the clamps off her nipples, knowing that the blood would surge back in and make her head pop off. But no amount of bracing could have prepared her for the tingling explosion that tore through her body as he thrust into her in time with the song.

She stopped listening to words, she just felt, as her body arched on the table, her feet braced against the length of Lincoln’s back. He didn’t let go of her, he didn’t lose his pace, he just fucked, and it was so damn good.

His fingers dug into her hips to hold her still, to stop the writhing twist of her hips, as he made one final thrust that shook her. Those fingers dug tighter, deliciously tighter, as he pulsed inside of her. Roxie waited, trying to catch her breath as he lost himself in her.

He sank back eventually, withdrawing from her.

She felt the suction cup disappear, then the headphones and blindfold were taken away. She looked at him, seeing how shaken he was. She looked down to see she still wore the tutu. Roxie smiled, looking up at him.

“Was it as good as you fantasized about?” Her tone was teasing, but his eyes were still on fire.

“Better. But then, reality is always better than anything I fantasize about when it comes to you.”

He released her wrists and she got up from the table to find her legs had turned to jelly.

“Let me help you get a shower.” He whispered against her head as he carried her to their private bathroom. “There’s more to come.”