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  Shit.

  Heat blazed through Eveline’s flesh at Lincoln’s touch. He was far too close. She could feel his breath on her face. Could sense his body temperature through his clothes. Could see the fire darkening his ice-blue eyes to indigo.

  “I know I’m going to make you scream louder than you’ve ever screamed before,” Lincoln said, his voice dropping to a gravelly octave that raised goose bumps on Eveline’s skin. His cheeks dimpled and his lips curved into the most devastatingly alluring smile Eveline had ever seen on a human being. He cocked an eyebrow. “And, by the way, my nickname in college was Monster Meat.”

  Eveline’s pulse raced erratically as her gaze dropped to Lincoln’s very obvious erection. Wetness pooled instantly between her thighs.

  “Fuck,” she muttered before looking up wildly into Lincoln’s heated stare.

  They moved toward each other, their mouths meeting in a savage, scalding kiss that instantly robbed Eveline of the ability to think. An animal growl left Lincoln’s throat as he sucked and tasted her for long, blistering seconds. He lowered his hands to her waist and pulled her onto his lap before parting her lips with a skillful thrust of his tongue.

  Holy. Crap.

  Eveline shivered and closed her eyes, her own tongue rising to lash sensually against Lincoln’s as he explored her mouth, pleasure thrumming through her at the intimate dance of flesh. He cradled her head in his large hands and angled her face so he could delve inside farther, his fingers curling roughly in her hair while his breaths washed out of his nose in long, heavy pants.

  Eveline moaned, her own hands shifting to Lincoln’s wide shoulders, her fingers digging into his hard, toned flesh.

  Lincoln wrenched his mouth from hers, nudged her chin up, and kissed a fiery trail down her throat to the sensitive skin covering the fluttering pulse at the base. His hands moved sensuously along her face and neck before dropping to cup her heavy breasts.

  Eveline hummed and arched her head back as Lincoln flicked and rubbed her hard nipples with his thumbs through the thin material of her blouse. Her thighs tensed and her passage clenched as the faint pulses of an orgasm started building inside her. She bit her lip.

  She couldn’t believe she was nearing a climax just from Lincoln’s touch and kiss.

  He undid the top buttons of her blouse with an expert twist of his fingers and reached inside her camisole and lacy bra.

  Eveline gasped when Lincoln palmed her naked flesh with his bare hands. Cool air washed across her feverish skin as he lifted her breasts free. A raspy moan ripped from her throat when he replaced his teasing thumbs with his mouth.

  LINCOLN’S COCK throbbed painfully behind the zipper of his pants.

  He knew he’d be playing with fire when he touched Eveline. What he hadn’t anticipated was that the blaze would swallow him whole so quickly. Eveline’s lips. Her skin. Her body. The sounds she made as she rode her rising pleasure. All of it was driving him crazy with lust.

  The smoky wine they’d been drinking was still evident on her tongue when he kissed her. And her skin. Christ, her skin was soft and oh so smooth, with the sweet flavor of vanilla. Whereas her breasts.

  Fuck, her breasts taste like Heaven!

  Lincoln groaned as he swirled his tongue and licked the stiff, pink nipples begging for his attention before sucking them deep inside his mouth one at a time, his thumb playing with the one his lips abandoned.

  Shivers shook Eveline as she bowed her head and spine, her hips rolling instinctively against Lincoln’s groin, her body seeking its release from the delicious tension he could feel building inside her. Lincoln worked Eveline’s breasts with his left thumb and his mouth and reached down with his right hand.

  Eveline stiffened when he slipped his fingers under her skirt. He trailed them along the inside of her right thigh, lingered on the quivering, silky skin he found above her lacy garter belt, and arrowed in on the burning apex of her thighs.

  Lincoln cursed when he felt Eveline’s damp panties against his fingertips and caught a whiff of her musky scent. He dipped his hand inside the silky material and cupped her sex.

  Eveline’s hair tickled the sides of Lincoln’s face as she brought her head down and looked at him. Her face was flushed and her blue eyes so dark with passion he could barely see her pupils. The untamed expression on her face told him exactly what she wanted him to do right now.

  Lincoln’s pulse raced as he held Eveline’s feral gaze. He pinched her right nipple, sucked on her left breast, and parted her wet, slick folds, exploring the most intimate part of her.

  Eveline’s breath froze when Lincoln’s thumb found her clit at the same time he slid two fingers inside her tight, hot passage.

  Her lips opened on a throaty moan as he rubbed her sensitive nub with a slow, circular motion. She bit the inside of her cheek and clenched her inner muscles, squeezing his fingers where they invaded her body.

  Lincoln’s dick spasmed painfully.

  Shit, I want inside her so bad!

  He knew it was too soon for them to have full-on, penetrative sex. Not only did he think Eveline would come to regret it, Lincoln was determined to take his time and tease her long and slow to get what he wanted out of the bargain he wished to make with her about the plot of land in Ginza.

  CHAPTER 8

  EVELINE LET out a frustrated sound when Lincoln’s hand stilled on the throbbing space between her thighs.

  The feel of his long, elegant fingers inside her and his thumb resting oh so tantalizingly on her clit were driving her insane. She rocked her hips against his hand, her gaze locked on his where he teased her breasts with his mouth and hand, silently urging him on.

  “Say it, Eveline,” Lincoln murmured against her skin.

  Eveline blinked, her passion-addled brain stuttering in incomprehension for a moment.

  Lincoln drew back slightly and flicked her left nipple roughly with his thick tongue. “Say you’ll be my escort.”

  Electric tingles shot from Eveline’s breast down to her aching passage. Her muscles spasmed around Lincoln’s fingers, sucking him farther inside her body. He hissed, his thumb and forefinger tightening on her right nipple in a punishing pinch that made her gasp with pleasure.

  Lincoln frowned up at her. “Say it,” he growled.

  Eveline scowled. This asshole!

  Her anger faded in the next instant as he tugged her left nipple between his teeth, withdrew his fingers from her passage, and thrust them back in slowly. Her nails bit into his shoulders and she cursed at the jolt of intense pleasure.

  Lincoln stilled. “Eveline,” he said in a warning tone.

  Eveline stared dazedly at the man below her and knew he was more than willing to withhold her orgasm until she agreed to his crazy demand.

  Her instincts told her she should climb off his lap and tell him exactly where he could shove his counter offer.

  But something made her pause. Something that stunned her.

  In all her years as an escort and dominatrix, Eveline had never submitted to a man. She had always been in charge of her own pleasure and had taken it whenever she wanted to. Being at Lincoln’s mercy like this went against everything she had ever experienced or even thought she liked.

  Yet, Eveline realized she had never been so turned on in her life as she was in that moment. And that revelation shocked her to the core.

  That this stranger, a man she had met barely eleven hours ago, was controlling her body right now, was making her wait for an orgasm which she knew was going to blow her mind, was not only dictating the terms of this sexual encounter but a business arrangement that would affect both of them while his own splendid erection begged for attention, made her shiver with the need to surrender.

  Lincoln watched her silently, his hands motionless on her body, his burning breath tormenting the sensitive flesh of her left breast. He must have read something on her face then as his eyes softened, the hardness in the ice-blue depths melting to such pure need and raw power Eveline cou
ldn’t help the shudder that raced down her spine.

  “Say it,” he whispered in a deep, seductive tone.

  Eveline closed her eyes and let out a low whimper. “Yes.”

  A shocked cry left her lips when Lincoln dipped his head and swallowed her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue around the swollen nub, his hand busy working the other nipple.

  Eveline grabbed the back of Lincoln’s head and held on tight as he started working his magic down below, his thumb rubbing and rotating sensuously across her aroused clit while he started thrusting his fingers deep inside her.

  Pleasure washed through Eveline, so intense it was almost pain. Her toes curled as the most incredible heat pooled deep inside her belly. She clenched around Lincoln’s fingers and heard him snarl as he accelerated the motion of his hand, finger fucking and rubbing her toward her orgasm.

  Eveline came with a fury that stunned her. Her breath locked in her throat as the first violent pulse of her climax slammed into her. She trembled and opened her mouth on a harsh shout. Sound and sight faded when the next waves had her convulsing violently in Lincoln’s firm hold, her body writhing and rolling helplessly against his while he continued driving his fingers inside her, prolonging her mind-numbing orgasm while her passion-filled cries echoed dimly in her ears.

  It was some time before Eveline realized she was lying limply in Lincoln’s arms, her head on his shoulder while her labored breaths shuddered in and out of her chest. She blinked.

  He’d tucked her breasts back inside her blouse and was holding her gently against him, one hand cradling her lower back while the other supported her nape. Her throat constricted at the tender gesture so at odds with the masterful way he’d just played her body.

  “How long was I out for?” Eveline said hoarsely. She raised her head, gripped his shoulders, and sat back slowly on her heels.

  Lincoln dropped his hands to her waist. “About a minute.”

  Eveline flushed. There was no hiding the fact from the man before her that the orgasm he had just given her had been so intense she’d practically passed out from the pleasure of it.

  Yet, she couldn’t detect any scorn on Lincoln’s face. Even though he had forced her to submit to him, the only thing Eveline could read in Lincoln’s dark eyes was desire.

  She shifted on his lap. A groan left his throat as her sex nudged against his bulging erection.

  Eveline licked her lips, pushed up slightly on her knees where she straddled Lincoln’s lap, and dropped a hand to his groin. His nostrils flared, his breaths washing out of him in short, harsh pants. Lincoln held Eveline’s heated gaze as she slowly undid his belt buckle and pulled his zipper down.

  In that moment, she knew he was allowing her control. She shivered at the power he’d given her, knowing he could take it back at any moment, yet certain he wouldn’t.

  A shudder ran through Lincoln when Eveline trailed a finger along his hard length. He cursed, yanked his briefs down, and grabbed her right hand. A hiss escaped his lips as he guided her fingers onto his naked cock.

  Eveline swallowed convulsively as she finally beheld Lincoln’s impossibly thick and magnificently engorged dick. He was so big he barely fit in her palm. His shaft was silky smooth and veiny, the flushed skin glistening with the pre-cum leaking at the broad, pink head while his trimmed pubes arrowed down to his balls where they rested heavily in their sac.

  Her passage contracted at the thought of taking Lincoln deep inside her one day. That he would fill her to the very core and stretch her wider than she had ever been stretched before brought an instant flood of wetness to her sex.

  Eveline’s pulse thundered in her veins as she started stroking Lincoln. He moaned and closed his eyes briefly, color painting his cheekbones with red flags of pleasure. She found her breathing matching his as they stared unblinkingly at each other once more, excitement causing her to pant while she rubbed and kneaded his slick length.

  More. I want more. I want to—

  Eveline rose and climbed off Lincoln’s lap. He sucked air between his teeth when she spread his thighs wide and dropped to her knees before him. Eveline leaned forward and did what she was dying to do in the moment.

  A guttural sound left Lincoln when her lips closed around the sensitive head of his cock. The heady scent of Lincoln’s arousal swamped Eveline’s senses at the same time she tasted his intoxicating pre-cum. Her passage pulsed with a spasm of need. She licked and circled the tip of his shaft expertly with her tongue before cradling the base with her hands and taking him inside her mouth.

  Lincoln tensed and rolled his hips reflexively as she started to suck him. His hands found the back of her skull, his fingers clenching in her hair as he fixed her head just where he wanted it.

  Eveline looked up and smiled teasingly around Lincoln’s stiff, trembling shaft while she swallowed him almost to the back of her throat.

  Lincoln’s pupils dilated above her, his expression growing wild with burning lust when he realized what she intended.

  “Do it,” he growled.

  Eveline closed her eyes and gave Lincoln what they both wanted so very badly, her head dipping sensuously up and down his quivering erection as she blew and deep throated him toward an orgasm.

  Lincoln’s fingers tightened painfully in her scalp when he came. Animal sounds rumbled out of his chest as he dropped his head back against the couch and thrust his cock powerfully into her eager mouth, ecstasy twisting his features in a savage mask. Eveline trembled when Lincoln’s shaft throbbed and pulsed between her lips, flooding her mouth and throat with his thick cum. She swallowed and sucked the hot, sticky liquid to the last drop, her eyes locked on his sweat-slicked face and the powerful, corded muscles of his neck as he grunted and groaned in pleasure.

  In that moment, Eveline knew she would never see anyone as beautiful as this man in the throes of passion, nor would she ever taste anything as addictive as the musky evidence of his climax.

  CHAPTER 9

  “WOW.” The pretty Asian girl who’d spoken blinked her large, black eyes at Eveline before grimacing. “You look like hell. Late night?”

  “Kinda,” Eveline said with a grunt to her assistant Yuki Harada where the latter sat behind her desk in the office above Le Secret. It was almost lunchtime and she’d just made it into the building.

  Four days had passed since Eveline’s torrid encounter with Lincoln at his penthouse. She’d left his place that night with the understanding that he would get in touch with her when he wanted to meet up and sign the contract to officially engage her services. He’d texted her the next morning to tell her something urgent had come up and he was leaving town to head back to the States. As the next two days passed with no further messages from Lincoln, Eveline wondered wildly whether he’d been playing her and had gone back on his word. It wasn’t until Malcolm Brooks got in touch with her late on the afternoon of the third day to tell her Le Secret’s revocation order had been put on hold until further notice that Eveline finally heaved a sigh of relief.

  “How did you do it?” Brooks said over the phone. “I could have sworn nothing would make that guy budge on his decision. He has a reputation for being a ruthless bastard.”

  Eveline had smiled grimly at the lawyer’s words.

  She still couldn’t believe what had happened between her and Lincoln that night at his penthouse. As she analyzed the details of their blistering meeting in the cold light of day, the way she’d submitted so easily to him had troubled her to no end.

  Regardless of the fact that she was insanely and stupidly attracted to Lincoln, Eveline was furious at herself for having given in so easily to the man.

  There was no denying that he had some kind of magical hold on her; that he appeared to have weaved a spell that robbed her of her common sense and her usual cold-hearted determination when it came to engaging her enemy. Because, despite everything that Lincoln had said about becoming friends, there was no escaping the reality that they were both fig
hting over the same exclusive plot of land.

  “It’s amazing what a man’s dick will make him do,” Eveline had said tartly to the lawyer.

  Brooks drew a sharp breath. “Oh, Jesus,” he groaned. “You slept with him.”

  Eveline grimaced. “Technically, that’s a no.”

  “But something happened?” Brooks said insistently.

  “I’m gonna have to plead the Fifth on that one,” Eveline said.

  “Christ,” Brooks muttered. “Just be careful, Eveline. I know you’re used to going up against the big boys, but this guy is, well—like the biggest of them all.”

  Eveline arched an eyebrow. “Don’t I know it.”

  Brooks cursed under his breath. She’d berated herself for her crass words and managed to pacify the lawyer before ending the call.

  She’d spent that night tossing and turning in bed as she wondered when Lincoln would contact her again. When dawn rose on the next day and there was still no message from the CEO of the Hudson Group, Eveline had called her assistant to tell her she was going to come in late and spent half the morning working out her growing frustration in the gym in her apartment building. She’d gone over to the private dojo where she practiced her kickboxing afterward and punched and kicked a sandbag until her body ached.

  Even though Eveline had been fit from all the hockey and volley ball she’d played in high school, she’d taken up self-defenses classes shortly after she started living in New York and had discovered a natural affinity for that particular branch of martial arts. It had gotten her out of the occasional sticky situation during her years as an escort, when a client refused to understand that no meant no.

  “Can you get me a coffee? Black, no sugar,” Eveline said presently.

  Yuki gave her a slow, wicked grin. “Sure, but only if you promise to tell me the name of the guy.”

  Eveline sighed before heading into her office. At nearly six feet, Yuki was tall for a Japanese girl. It was what had first attracted Eveline’s eye when she started hiring female escorts for the Tokyo branch of Le Secret after setting up shop in the city five years ago. Although Yuki proved to be one of Le Secret’s top employees, Eveline quickly realized the girl’s talents lay elsewhere. Not only was Yuki stunning to look at, her university resumé and her IQ nearly matched that of Ethan Skye. Eveline had hired the young woman as her main assistant to oversee all her businesses shortly after and had never once regretted her decision since.