“I love rewards.”

“Fantastic, now do me a favor and get on your back.” Wren pushes on my chest.

“You’re very demanding, you know that?”

“You should be used to it by now. Now roll over, Mr. Moorehead, I want access to what’s in those old-man underwear you’re so fond of.”

I scoff, but flip onto my back. “They’re not old-man underwear.”

“They are, and they hide almost nothing.” She straddles my legs, exhaling a long sigh. “God, you’re magnificent, you know that? I was sad that we had to take off all that hair and your beard, because it was kind of sexy in an ‘I fight bears with my fists’ kind of way, but your face, and this body … I spent half of every day worried I was going to soak through my panties when you walked in the room.”

“And did you?” I run my hands up the outside of her thighs.

She shrugs and drags her nails over my abs, past the waistband of my briefs. She traces the ridge through the fabric, then wraps her hand around me, giving me a slow stroke before she finally tugs my briefs down, exposing my erection.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm? That’s all you have to say?” Talk about deflating an ego.

She runs her fingertip along the underside of the head, and I shudder. That smirk of hers appears again. “You’re actually quite spectacular everywhere, aren’t you?”

“Thanks.” I tuck an arm behind my head. “What’re you going to do now that you have me naked?”

She taps her lip. “Well, there are just so many options.” She takes my erection in her hand. “I should probably offer to blow you, since it’s only fair and equitable, but what I really want to do is ride you.”

“We can worry about fairness and equity later, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“You think? I don’t know. It’s selfish not to give if you receive.”

“You can have a free pass this time.” I grab my wallet from the nightstand. I’m pretty sure I have at least one condom in there somewhere. I hope. I riffle around, distracted by Wren’s constant slow stroking, and finally find what I’m looking for. I check the expiration date before I hand it over; it’s been that long.

Wren plucks it from my fingers, tears it open, and rolls it on. I have to take several deep, slow breaths to manage my level of excitement, which is pretty damn high right now.

Wren grips the shaft and rises, positioning the head at her entrance when she pauses. “Lincoln.”

I drag my gaze away from where I’m about to disappear inside her. “Yeah?”

She gives me one of her saucy grins. “Are you ready for the ride of your life?”

I run my hands up her thighs and settle them on her hips. “So damn ready.”

“Why can’t you be this appeasing all the time?”

“Offer to sit on my cock, and maybe I will be.”

“Only if I can sit on your face first.”

“That’s a deal.”

The head slips in, and I’m pretty sure my eyes want to roll up into the back of my head and stay there for the rest of my life. I fight to open them, though, because I don’t want to miss this.

“I bet I could get you to promise me almost anything right now.”

“Probably.” I agree as she sinks down, slowly taking me inside.

When her ass rests on my thighs, she rolls her hips, which is just … more than I can handle.

I tighten my grip and give her a warning headshake. “Stay like this, please.”

She tips her head to the side and circles her hips again, of course, because she likes to give direction, not take it.

“Don’t, Wren.”

“Why not?”

She starts to run her fingernails along my abs, which feels incredible, but it’s a seriously bad idea if she wants me to last more than thirty seconds. I’m on complete sensory overload. I probably should’ve let her put her mouth on me, and then I could’ve gone down on her again or made out for a while or used my damn fingers—at least I wouldn’t be worried about going off prematurely.

I sit up in a rush, catching her off guard and flip us over so she’s under me.

“Hey! I’m supposed to be riding you, not the other way around.”

“Well, you don’t listen, so now you get to be ridden instead of doing the riding.”

Her lips turn down in a pout. “I was enjoying my view.”

“You’ll have to settle for this view instead.”

She tries to shift under me. I bury my face against her neck, biting the sensitive skin there. “Stop, Wren. Just, please, give me a minute,” I murmur in her ear.

She fingers the hair at the nape of my neck. “Lincoln?”

I grab her wrists and pin her arms over her head, pushing up on my forearms so I can look at her face.