Page 92 of Whistleblower

“Happy birthday, Precious.” He cups my ass with both hands, making an audible clap. “Now you can have me however you want,” he says against my ear.

The urgent neediness I feel is hard to understand. Everything with Linc has moved at warp speed, but that’s what happens when you fall for a man who looks at the world through the barrel of a gun. When he leaves, I won’t know when he’s coming back. What he’s doing while he’s away—I can’t ask. The danger. The unknown. It’s become a temptress.

Now we’re both scrambling, bumping into each other as we try to accomplish our separate agendas. He grabs at the front tie of my robe. I lunge for his belt. We only pause to kiss and press our bodies so hard against each other that it almost hurts.

“Mmm,” he moans, “I missed you.” He groans in delight when I find my destination and wrap my hand firmly around his cock. “Tell me you missed me too.”

“I missed you,” I breathe against his ear before biting his earlobe, this time with more pressure. But he’s entirely unfazed. “Tell me you touched yourself while you were thinking about me this morning.”

“I touched myself thinking about you every morning while you were away.”

He lets out a satisfied grumble and pushes the robe off my shoulders. Smiling, he gently pinches my hard nipples through my top. His touch leaves me wanting—it’s not enough force. I can’t do gentle tonight. I’m brimming with guttural need and all I want is pressure, perhaps a touch of pain. I just want to feel.

“Linc,” I whisper against his ear, “I have a birthday wish.” I tighten my grip around his erection, my fist barely covering a third of his length.

“Whatever you want, birthday girl.”

“You promise?”

“Yes,” he says surely, his eyes fixated on my breasts, visible through my thin white tank top.

Holding his cheeks, I tilt his chin upward so he can see the hot flames dancing in my eyes. “Tonight, I want the monster. Don’t hold back.”

He doesn’t waste time pretending like he doesn’t understand. Instead, he licks his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I answer in a breathy plea.

He flashes me a wicked half-smile and I’m convinced it’s the last time I’ll see him smile tonight. Linc rips the tie free of my robe and holds the fabric in front of me, dangling it menacingly. I pull my hand out of his pants and hold my wrists out in surrender.

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” he says, his tone growing cool, sending a shiver up my spine. His eyes go glacial and I feel the tickle of nerves dotting my lower back, exactly like I wished for. He looks so dangerous at the moment, yet I feel so safe. “I haven’t decided, Eden. I could tie you up with this and handle you like a toy. I could bend you over and whip your perfect ass with it. I could shove it in your mouth, so you can’t beg me to come while I fuck your tight pussy in whatever way I want. So many options… What do you want?”

I know he can feel me trembling on his lap, coming undone from the painfully delicious anticipation. His filthy talk turns my flames up well past high. I’m about to boil over.

“I want all of it,” I whisper.

“Good girl.”

Linc scoops me up, hoists me over his shoulder, and carries me to my bedroom. He sets me down and pulls my tank top over my head. He rips my panties off with minimal effort, the sound of fabric tearing turning me on even more. After tossing the cotton scraps aside he pushes me so hard onto the plush bed that I bounce like a skipping stone right into the middle.

He pounces on top of me, pinning me down under his thighs. Hovering over me, he takes in my nakedness as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

“What’s the safe word, Eden? I want to hear you say it.”

I narrow my eyes and shoot him a defiant look. “Then you’ll have to make me.”

THIRTY-THREE

LINC

Smack!

Eden squeals so loud, I have to reach around her body and cover her mouth. Hunching over so my chest presses against her naked back, I growl in her ear, “Hush, Bambi. You have neighbors above you and below.”

“I don’t care,” she pants out.

I smack her other ass cheek and this time her cry is muffled against my hand. “Do as I say,” I whisper in her ear.

I actually love to hear her scream as I spank her ass and drive her to the brink with just my fingers playing in her tight, wet pussy, but the way she’s screaming, someone’s going to think I’m hurting her.