Trinity Rosales has one goal in mind: find a job, not a man.
As a new grad, Trinity Rosales sets out on applying to jobs and surprisingly gets hired at one of the most famous interior design firms in the city. Except the man she's trying to avoid ha...
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What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you DOING?!
The truth is I have no clue.
All I know is that I want Lincoln. Scratch that, I need to feel him. I need to feel him like I've always wanted to and need to touch him like I always wanted to.
Though I was always in constant denial around him, deep down I knew. I just knew there was something there.
And now?
Lincoln's lips trace down the side of my neck and I moan as he digs into my center.
"You are so beautiful," he murmurs into the crook of my neck, the low, raspy sound of his voice settling in my core.
I only manage a whimper as he slowly captures my lips with his, asking for access into my mouth. I open willingly as he explores me ever so gently. As if I'm a drink of fine wine he's been patiently waiting for to age.
He begins grinding his very hard erection into me and I gasp. Shivers break out across my body at the unknown but pleasant sensation.
I feel him smirk against my mouth as he drops a kiss on my jaw.
"Lincoln," I breathe running my hands through his short dark hair.
He pulls back slightly his lips tilted up, "Don't get me wrong, I love you being under me and I love you making the first move but is this something you want?"
"I–" My inexperience flashes in front of my eyes and before I can overthink I say, "Yes. Yes this is something I want."
Even to my own ears, I don't sound as convincing.
Lincoln sits back eyeing me carefully. "You don't sound sure about that."
And now, the mood is broken.
I sit up, crossing my arms over my chest that I now feel very aware of.
I don't like sleeping with a bra as they feel suffocating to my body at night. I like the room but now I regret not having one on.
Yet again, I didn't expect my night to turn out like this.
"Lincoln, I think there's something I should tell you. As my boyfriend, it's–it's right for you to know."
Especially since I can see you being more than that.
Woah, when'd that happen?
Can I really see myself building a future with Lincoln?
"What is it?" He asks, reaching for my hand that began drawing circles on the sheets while my other arm is busy covering my semi-exposed breasts. "You're scaring me."
It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts.
Do I just come out and say it like I usually do?
But this is a sensitive, private matter to me. I'm going to expose myself for the first time to a man. And I don't mean that in the physical sense but much deeper that that. I'm opening my heart. My very essence.
