The Chef's Sick Mate (Book 17 of the Regal Eclipse Pack Series)

Chapter 44

Linc hoped he wasn't pushing it too much with her. She had him so aroused though, but he knew she was too. She tasted amazing. He could kick himself for almost giving this up.

He lifted her off her lap, then turned her around before pulling her back down to straddle him with her back against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, and moved her hair out of his way, then moved her so that he could still kiss her.

Here went nothing. His hand traveled down between her legs slowly, paying close attention to her body language. If she stiffened up at all, he'd stop. He cupped her carefully and she arched up against him, her body reacting the way he hoped it would.

She moaned as he slowly stroked her. He could feel the warmth from her pussy, and wished there was nothing between him and her bare skin, but he wouldn't push it that far. Instead he kept up the same motion, bringing her pleasure. His other hand came up and squeezed her breast while he applied pressure to her clit and she arched up as an orgasm tore through her, and she cried out.

"Linc, oh!"

He wrapped both arms around her, moving her so that she was sideways on his lap again as she came down from the orgasm. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face while Linc cuddled her close.

He was still hard as a rock, but it didn't matter. It had been so worth it to give her a small taste of the pleasure he could bring her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she whispered. She suddenly slipped off his lap. "I gotta go."

"Gen?" He watched her hurry out of his room and he stood, going after her. "Gen, wait."

She stopped and looked back at him, then walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you at lunch." She headed out the door.

Lincoln frowned as he watched her go. He ran a hand through his hair. He'd pushed her too far. He could kick himself for that now. And he was still hard as a rock, much to his chagrin.

He sighed softly. He'd screwed up. He was going to have to apologize to her and maybe back off. Give her a bit of space. Or at least not touch her like that. What had he been thinking? He hadn't been. He'd just straight up been stupid.

Linc walked back into his room and grabbed his phone. Her scent was rather strong in here now, and he breathed it in deeply, which did nothing for his dick. He walked back out and stopped, willing his dick to cooperate.

Finally, he left his apartment and headed downstairs. He wasn't really even hungry. He was too freaked out that he'd screwed up things with Genevieve. Lincoln walked into the dining hall and breathed in deeply. She wasn't there. He got in line at the buffet, made himself a plate, then sat down at his usual table.

He sat staring at his plate until he caught her scent. Linc looked up and watched Gen get in line. She made a plate, then turned back and glanced around before making her way over to him. She plopped down next to him.

"I'm sorry," he told her softly.

She looked up at him and gave him a confused expression. "For what?"

Linc leaned over close to her ear. "Pushing you too far."

"You didn't. I've never done that before," she told him.

He frowned at her. "Done what?"

She leaned in close to his ear. "Had an orgasm."

His eyes widened at her words. "You haven't?"

"No. And I needed a few minutes to process it." She stopped and frowned. "I shouldn't have left. I didn't think about how it might affect you." Gen pressed her palm against her forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm fine. More than fine."