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I slept with him.
I, Shania the weak, slept with him.
And my god, it was the best night of my life. That man was wild. He was wild, and hot, and so damned incredible in bed it makes my knees weak just thinking of it. From the way he devoured my pussy, to the way his hands roughly handled me, and then his cock pounded into me—I will never forget it.
But then the stupid jackass completely screwed me over.
Granted, we’d only just met, and it was just sex, but my God, some common decency?
Not only did he put his number in my phone wrong, but he disappeared in the early hours of the morning and stole my damned panties! What sort of sick little monkey does that? Does he have a collection of panties? Is he a panty hoarder? What? What in the ever loving hell is wrong with him? I mean, honestly, who does that?
Lincoln. Lincoln Knight does that.
And I want to be disgusted, and angry, and horrified, but the only thing I can think of is the way he made my body feel. The way his hands roamed over my flesh, kneading and clawing, making me arch in ecstasy. The way his tongue slid through my pussy, flicking my clit, making me come alive like I’ve not come alive in forever. The way his cock filled me, stretching me, as he held onto me and rocked me back and forth, my breasts in his hands, making me ride him until we both came with a ragged grunt.
He owned me.
For a small moment in time. He owned me.
But it wasn’t just that. We did talk. The more alcohol we put into our bodies last night, the more he opened up. We talked about his family. My family. Ellie. And so much more. So for him to do a complete runner and put the wrong number in my phone makes me angry. It makes me so angry I want to scream. Because he put me into a catergory. And that catergory is a woman that is going to cling onto him because we slept together.
He could have, at the very least, given me a chance.
Maybe tried to be my friend?
I don’t know.
Either way, I slept with him, and damned if I don’t regret it.
It was the best night of my life.
But I shouldn’t have done it.
Because now I can’t get Lincoln Knight out of my head.
Damn him.