Page 58 of The Auction
“Don’t worry, pet. I won’t come without your eyes on me.”
As her climax ebbs, I jerk my hand faster, moving so I’m closer as she sits up on her elbows.
“Where do you want it, Lottie?”
“On my stomach.”
On a growl I come hard, my seed hitting her belly in rapid jerks and it’s like a fantasy playing out before me as she places her palm over my release and smooths it into her skin.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect.”
The rest of the night is spent showing my wife how much my cock likes being inside her.
20: Lottie
“Wouldyou like to have lunch with me today? There are a few things I’d like to discuss with you.”
Linc walks out of our bathroom with just a towel around his hips, his bronze body on display, making it difficult to form a coherent thought. The man I married is magnificent. The dark smattering of hair on his chest forms an arrow pointing down to the impressive V leading to where the towel is now straining with his erection.
“Lottie.”
I glance up at the way he growls my name to see him watching me. “What? Sorry?”
He moves toward me with a chuckle that fills my chest with warmth. Looping his arms around my hips, he pulls me close so I can feel every inch of that hard body against me.
“I asked if you’d like to have lunch with me today.”
“Why?”
“Can’t a man take his wife with benefits for lunch?”
I smile at the term we’ve coined to describe this relationship we have. The last month has been perfect and I’m half waiting for the other shoe to drop and for something to rip it all away again. “I guess.”
My hands trace the lines of his chest distractedly. I’ve turned into a sex addict since our wedding night. Linc has unleashed a side of me I didn’t know existed and I find myself wanting him all the time.
Linc still doesn’t wake up in bed beside me, and I haven’t asked him why, but he often comes in once he’s woken Eric for school with a cup of coffee for me and then takes his shower. It’s our routine and I like it, maybe a little too much.
I catch a glimpse of the tattoo on his arm again and still. I haven’t seen it properly and haven’t asked about it either but now it intrigues me. I pull back with my hand on his bicep, tilting his arm so I can get a better look. I feel his eyes on me as I study the tiny flower, my breath hissing out on a rasp as I make out what it is.
My eyes shoot up and lock with the bright blue of his gaze. “You have a violet tattooed on your arm. Why?”
“Why do you think?”
He looks unsure of himself and it’s not a look I’m used to Linc wearing. I shake my head. My thoughts are swimming and I can’t seem to grasp one of them. “I don’t know. That’s why I asked.”
“After you left, I was….” He pauses as if he can’t find the word or doesn’t want to admit to something. “Adrift. I missed you so I had that done one night when I was blind drunk.”
“You weren’t old enough to drink.”
Linc quirks a brow at me as I trace the tiny delicate flower.
“I wasn’t worried about that at the time.”
I have a feeling there’s more to the story, but if I ask he might ask about why we left, and I don’t want to open that can of worms. I can’t tell him and I’m not sure I ever will. “Why didn’t you remove it when you got older?”
“It’s a reminder of a time in my life when I was truly happy, and I like it.”
I have no words, so I push him toward our bed. Eric is with Linc’s mother this morning, so I can be brave and make the first move, which isn’t something I’ve done so far in this relationship.
