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BB didn’t have the courage to tell him she thought she could fall in love with him. She’d already seen what a great guy he was, both with his friends and with her. And if she was honest with herself, it was probably almost definite. The thought of leaving him tomorrow was heartbreaking, but she would serve out her contract and if he wanted her to stay longer, maybe he would ask her.

God, the pleasure… just thinking about not having him with her made her more determined to have him now.

“So, since this is our last night, what would you like to do?” She asked, smiling suggestively.

Something lit in his eyes, some awareness, and he sat back in the chair. “Well, I’m sure we can come up with something to do.”

BB stood up from her chair and moved toward Link. He moved to get up as well, but she stopped him. “Turn your chair my way.”

He did as she asked, no hesitation, his knees spread in a truly masculine, inviting pose. BB grinned. Yup, that’s what she wanted. Planting her feet, she gave a little wiggle as she reached beneath the sun dress to slip off her panties. Lincoln’s eyes lit with arousal as he watched the scrap of fabric disappear across the room. BB reached out to rest a hand on one shoulder, then straddled his hips. Immediately, Lincoln’s strong hands gripped her butt cheeks in his hands, pulling her tight against the front of him. BB held back, though, reaching down to unfasten the tan cargo shorts. He wore black silky athletic underwear beneath, and she could see his heavy erection already straining the fabric. It had only been seconds, but their bodies had no idea. As she eased the elastic down over his erection he lifted both of them up to give the fabric room to move.

BB loved the sultry look he had in his eyes. He knew he was about to get fucked and he was all about it. She was too for that matter. All day today her body had been aware of his.

“Can we take this off?”

He tugged at her dress. BB ripped it over her head, tossing it and the lacy bra away. Then she tugged at his t-shirt. Link didn’t even hesitate as he shucked his shirt, then pulled her tight against him. Again, though, she pulled back. Stepping away from him she tugged on the shorts. He lifted his ass enough that she could pull them off, but she didn’t straddle him again. Instead, she went to her knees between his spread thighs.

The floor had to be uncomfortable but she didn’t feel it as she rested her arms over his thighs and leaned in to press a kiss to the swollen head of his cock. There was a glimmer of moisture there, his body betraying its excitement. BB leaned in and licked up his shaft, focusing on that tiny pearl of excitement. Link gasped, his hands going to her head.

Flavor burst on her tongue, and she took a second to absorb it. Then she leaned in again, wrapping her lips around the head so that she could swirl her tongue around it. Lincoln gasped, and BB grinned as she pulled up. “You okay?”

“Yes,” he said in a rush, as if he didn’t want her to stop.

Laughing, BB lowered her mouth again, this time sliding deeper. There was no way she could take his entire penis into her mouth, he was too big for that, but she could make up the difference with her hands. As she licked and squeezed with her lips, her right hand squeezed down, finding the thick base and the groove up the center. She rubbed her thumb there in deep circles and his hips began to shift. The fingers in her hair tightened and she could tell that he wanted her to go deeper with her mouth, so she did.

It had been a long time since she’d done this, but her technique was apparently working. She looked up Link’s body. His teeth were gritted but he was staring down at her with a hard intensity, his face slack with pleasure. “You’re going to have to stop, soon. I can’t take much more. You don’t want me to come this way.”

There was no fucking way she was stopping. BB focused back on her task, licking and swallowing , her fisted hand moving in time now with her mouth. Link’s movements began to take on a desperation, and the grip in her hair tightened. BB didn’t mind, though. His desperation was feeding her own excitement.

Then his rasping breaths caught and he strained against her. BB could feel his orgasm coming. Just a few more seconds… Lincoln cried out and her mouth filled with his release. BB kept moving, even as his movements tried to pull away from her, dragging every bit of pleasure from him she could.

Eventually his grip on her hair loosened. Grabbing a dishtowel from the oven door, BB wiped her hand and mouth, tossing the rag to the floor where her clothes were. Then, straightening, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around Lincoln’s middle, resting her head on his chest. His heart was in a mad gallop and she smiled as he wrapped his arms around her.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he rumbled. “Do you have any idea what that does to a man? I feel like I’m going to stroke out or something. You made my toes tingle.”

BB laughed softly. “So, you don’t want me to do it again.”

“That is not what I said,” he responded quickly.

She giggled again, loving the feel of his skin on hers. Her knees were going to be bruised if she didn’t get up off this floor though.

As if he heard her thoughts, Link’s arms tightened around her, pulling her up to stand before him. Before she could say a word one of his hands were between her thighs and a long finger ran along her slit.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Feel how wet you are. Even your thighs are wet.”

Bb closed her eyes, her head rocking back on her shoulders as Link explored her. Yes, she’d known she was wet. Her body was still humming with excitement and arousal at what they’d done. Link had had a release, but she hadn’t yet.

She didn’t understand when Link pushed her to take a step back. Then she felt the table at her butt cheeks. “Rock back, baby.”

BB sat on the table, her legs out to the side. Lincoln moved between her thighs and helped her lie down on the cold surface. “Let me look at you,” he whispered.

It was hard to be so open with someone like this, but there was an easiness between them. She did as he told her, propping her knees on the table and letting her knees rock out. Almost immediately a finger ran the length of her slit, making her shiver. She was swollen and ready, her body aching to be filled. The blow job had been fun, but she’d kind of screwed herself in that now he couldn’t fill her the way she wanted. At least not for a few hours.

Then two of his fingers plunged deep into her body and her brain shorted out. Yeah, okay, umm…

“Too much?” He asked.

“No,” she breathed, shifting her hips to accommodate.

“Then I’m not doing it right,” he said softly.

His hand began to move inside her and a soft, wet heat burrowed in from the top. Was that his tongue? Oh, damn…

Lincoln had talents she’d never imagined…

Lightning struck her body as the tip of his tongue swirled around her clitoris. Then again and again. Lincoln seemed to read her body and know exactly what she needed, and the orgasm she’d been craving finally washed over her, bowing her back off the table. Every muscle in her body contracted and she twisted away from his mouth, but he followed her. He gave her a second for the pleasure to peak, then started tonguing her again. BB cried out, her body quivering. Link removed his hand from her body but wrapped both arms beneath her thighs, pulling her tight to his mouth. Then he kissed her again, prolonging that sweet agony.

BB lost track of what he did, only that incredible surges of pleasure washed over her again and again. At some point he carried her to bed, but she was barely aware. There was a deep, satisfied flutter of satisfaction throughout her body, sapping her energy. The last thing she felt was Lincoln curling up behind her, his arm going possessively over her hips as he spooned her from behind. This was exactly how it should be.