“What?” Lincoln queried while wearing an amused grin. I never heard a hint of opposition in his tone, indicating that he was willing to submit. But he was clearly shocked at the change in my demeanor.
“Strip, I want to see you naked,” I said without a tiny ounce of shame nor any sign of faltering as I looked at Lincoln's handsome face. I want to taste all of him, including the bulk growing under his pants. I had every right to do that because he’s mine. “And close the door.”
Still perplexed, Lincoln tilted his head before closing the door. He shot his eyebrows and pointed outside using his thumb. “Baby, there are still guests in the mansion.”
I crossed my leg to the other and quirked a brow. “Choose, Lincoln. Me or the guests?”
As if on cue, Lincoln's concerned eyes were superseded by
