maddening need. “Harder!”
Lincoln lunged and yanked and clawed, pinning her on the bed, fucking her with brutality, driving her body toward the headboard. She welcomed his savagery with delight. She reared to meet his thrusts. His cock slammed into her hungry cunt. He pistoned into her, flooding her with viciousness fucks to the point she couldn’t breathe. A wave of thick pleasure seized her in a jealous grip. Her body tensed. Her throat was raw from screaming. Her ears rang. Red and blue fireworks blinded her eyes. She came, a rapture so great she thought she was dying. Charly screamed from the top of her lungs. Floated free.
Lincoln was screaming as he pounded once, twice, into her cunt. He climaxed. Charly barely noticed that he was coming too until she opened her eyes and saw his grimace, his face frozen with ecstasy. Her cunt milked him as he emptied his seed. Her pussy clenched his pulsing shaft. Her body quaked. His, too. He kissed her as his cock shuddered in her depths. Half-formed words erupted between their kisses, exchanging their praise and amazement.
When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, spent, and she trailed her fingers over his sweat-coated back. She felt sated and replete. “Mmm…”
“Mm-hm.” His murmur was suggestive, erotic, wholly arousing, and they’d just made love.
Love? Love or something like it anyway. The connection, the feelings… She rolled the thought of their names joined through her mind. Charlene… “Robinson.”
“Hmm?” He raised his head, their gazes clashing across the inches separating them.
“Nothing.” She bit her lip, heat staining her cheeks.
“Same nothing I’m thinking of?” He licked her shoulder, his tongue tracing a path over her skin still coated in a fine layer of chocolate, the sticky fluid making itself known. “The nothing of another round or the nothing of our names joined?”
She pressed a kiss to his lips, not wanting to ruin their good time with heavy subjects just yet. They had better things to do.
Chapter Three
Charly rolled over, aches and pains in all the right places making themselves known as she shifted onto her back. She glanced at her clock, startled to see that it was already after eight. Shit.
She flung her arm out toward the other side of the bed and connected with nothing but cool air and colder sheets. Glancing in that direction, she found the other side of the bed empty save for a small piece of paper, torn from somewhere, sitting atop the pillow, giving her a short goodbye and “let’s get together again.”
Well, at least she wouldn’t have to rush him out of her apartment. She relaxed into the bed for one last moment, reliving the highlights of her night spent in chocolate-flavored heaven with Linc. Since she probably wouldn’t be seeing him again, she wanted to savor the memories she had of his lips, his hands, his cock.
Sneaking a peek at her clock once more, she realized that now wasn’t the time for memories, but for getting her ass in gear and downstairs. The store was set to open in ten minutes and she didn’t have a moment to spare.
Rolling from the bed, Charly padded to the bathroom and took stock of her appearance. Her hair was wild and bedraggled, needing a good redo which wasn’t something she had time for this morning. In a fit of desperation, she went with the old woman’s standby: a ponytail.
Hair up and out of her face, she hopped into the shower. She enjoyed their combined scents, but she was pretty sure her customers wouldn’t appreciate the smell of sex with their chocolate.
Toweling off quickly, she made sure her nooks and crannies were dry before tossing on her normal “Charly’s Chocolate Factory” uniform of shorts and a “Charly’s” T-shirt.
A knock on the front door spurred her on, causing her to race through her makeup application and dash for the entrance to the shop. Since the light was dim this early in the morning, she flicked switches, heart racing, as she