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Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn__ leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.Like she was in heat.Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.Embarrassing leg-humping avoided__ravo!

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

If I__ known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.

You__e a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?

This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.

But...a vibrator can__ hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.__m clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. __t__ not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.___t can__ snuggle with you after,_ he countered with another laugh.Em snorted. __nd that__ your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?_____l have you know I give very good pillow talk.__ure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. __ight,_ she muttered. __f course you do.___ really do._ He nodded. __ost women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I__ a full service kinda guy.

You should really go inside now,_ he said.Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. __nd if I don__?___ou want to fuck me on your doorstep?_ he asked, his voice low and gravelly. __all me tomorrow when you__e sober. I__l be right over.__he jutted her chin defiantly__learly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. __ won__ need you after I__e spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries.__inc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. __o inside,_ he growled.Before he did something crazy like offering to watch.

Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?

He hadn__ struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he__ called out to Jesus when he__ been deep inside her.

His aftershave _ eau du sex god - wafted her way.

So, what...in the meantime, you just..._ He glanced at her then back at the road. __eny yourself?__m gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. __t__ okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home.__e shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn__ help but laugh.__orry, didn__ you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?___ot at all._ He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. ____ just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse.

Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.

He__ gone too far. He didn__ usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sinIf she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she__ be immune to him in any situation?

Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties

Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.