I shake my head, pressing my hand to the small of her back and pulling her body flush against mine. “You’re right, Avery. You’ll be going home with me if you want to.”

I hold my breath, waiting for her answer. She nods and blinks up at me. “I’d like to.”

I’m just about to take her out the door we just came in when Mr. and Mrs. Sizemore come up to us. “Lincoln, you made it.”

I wrap my arm around Avery and hold the box in front of me. “Yes, thank you so much for inviting us. Tom, Julie, this is my wife, Avery. Avery, this is Tom and Julie.”

Avery smiles, shaking both their hands. “Your home is just beautiful. Thank you so much for inviting us tonight.”

Julie is looking at Avery with a snobby look on her face, and a part of me wishes that I hadn’t put her in this situation. I know how some women can be, and I would not want Julie to think she can mess with Avery. I won’t let it happen.

I hold the box up. “And this is from Avery. She’s a baker, and she whipped up some of her cupcakes for tonight.”

Tom opens the box, and Julie gasps. “Oh my, they’re beautiful. Almost too pretty to eat.”

Tom nods, but still picks up a cupcake and takes a big bite. “Oh my, that is good.” He looks at my wife—I mean Avery—who smiles ear to ear. “You will have to make sure you leave your card. We are always having parties and celebrations. We will definitely be hiring you in the future.”

Avery is shocked, but she recovers quickly. She’s nodding and reaches into her purse and hands over a business card. “Thank you so much.”

The Sizemores take the cupcakes and as soon as they walk away, Avery is jumping up and down excitedly. “Linc, did you see that? Oh my gosh, I can just kiss you.”

I’m smiling, excited for her until she says the word kiss. My thoughts go molten, and before I can stop myself, I’m pulling her through the house, down a long hallway and the first door that’s open, I step inside and shut the door behind us.

“Lincoln?” she asks breathily as I lean her against the closed door.

“Yeah, honey?”

She’s smiling still. “Uh, what are you doing?”

I twirl a piece of her hair around my finger. “I’m about to be kissing my wife.”

Her hands go to my chest. “I thought we were convincing them we were married. There’s only us in here.”

My hands go to her waist. “When I’m done with you, there’s no doubt that every man out there is going to know you’re mine.”

Her breath hitches, and she bites her lower lip. “Okay.”

I kiss her, ravaging her lips. She’s all I’ve thought about and that kiss in the dressing room earlier was not nearly enough to satisfy me. Every second, every glance, every kiss she gives me... I want more.

Our panting breaths fill the room, and it’s not enough. “I want to touch you.”

She leans her head back against the door with a thud. “Okay.”

My hand goes to the hem of her skirt, and I bring it up to the edge of her stockings. Her skin is soft, and I stroke my finger back and forth. Her body comes alive and bucks against my hand. “You like that?”

She nods, and I move higher until the pad of my thumb is covering the wet center of her panties. “Oh God,” she moans.

I run my tongue up her neck to her ear as I move my thumb in a circle against her damp panties. “You’re so wet, Avery. Have you been thinking about this all day? Have you been aching, baby, wanting me to touch you like this?”

She lifts her hips, and I know what she wants. I slide her panties to the side, and as soon as my fingers touch her smooth, velvety lips I know nothing in my life will compare to this right here. “Awww...”she groans as I slide my fingers through her wet, swollen slit.

“Talk to me, Avery. Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes open, and she stares up at me. She’s dazed and so close to coming it’s crazy to think one touch makes her this far gone. “I don’t know.”

I kiss her cheek and then her lips before I pull back. “Anything you want... you can have it. Just tell me.”

Her body tenses. “I don’t know.... I mean, I really don’t know. I’ve never done this. No one’s ever touched me... like this.”

My heart stops, and my hand jerks to a halt. She reaches her arms out and wraps them around my forearm, holding me in place. “No, don’t stop. I can learn... You can show me.”

But I don’t move. I’m burning up for her. How can she be a virgin?

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