A Risk Worth Taking Bonus Content
Extended Epilogue
Ellie
“Whew! Did you read the spicy scene in chapter fourteen?” I fan my face, remembering the way the hero took the heroine against the shower wall. “Lincoln was working late, and I had to text him to come home immediately.”
We’re at our biweekly book club, discussing the latest romance novel we’re reading, while indulging in wine and snacks. This week is my turn to host, but because I ran late from the studio, I didn’t have time to make anything special. Thankfully, my husband saved the day and picked up a variety of appetizers and threw them into the oven for me, so they were ready when I got home.
“That was hot,” Sienna agrees. “But it was the threesome in chapter sixteen that had me pulling Micah into the pantry for a quickie.”
The ladies giggle at how crazy Sienna and her husband are, always having sex in random places when the need arises, but I’m just thankful I didn’t walk in on them doing it—it’s happened too many times to count.
“I was thinking,” Shawna says, glancing my way. “With this book taking place at a sex club, wouldn’t it be fun to experience one ourselves?”
Sienna looks at me with an “I told you that was going to come up” expression, and I laugh. At our last meeting, the heroine learned that the hero used to frequent a sex club, so she asked him to take her to one so she could experience it for herself. When Gretchen, another member of our book club, mentioned she’s never been to one, Shawna brought up Elite and that our husbands own it.
After the women grilled Sienna and me on it, they hinted that it would be so cool to experience something like that, especially since Gretchen is newly divorced, and Shawna and Wendy—the other members of our book club—are both single. Sienna predicted it would come up again, so I already warned Lincoln we might have some guests. Of course, he told me my friends and I are welcome anytime.
“I’m down,” I tell the ladies, making them all cheer in excitement. “When are you thinking?”
“How about tonight?” Gretchen says. “We’re all dressed cute, and my ex has the girls for the night.”
“Oh, I’m game!” Shawna exclaims.
“Same,” Wendy agrees.
I glance at Sienna, and she shrugs. “Donna and Michael have the kids tonight.”
Once a month, Donna insists on taking her five grandbabies overnight, and since Sienna and I can use the break from our five rambunctious kids, we aren’t going to argue. It just so happened our book club fell on that night, so I was planning to spend the evening relaxing with Lincoln after our book club meeting ended.
“Let me see if Lincoln is down to go,” I tell the ladies.
When I find my husband typing away on his computer in his office, I stand in the doorway for a few moments to admire him. We recently celebrated his fortieth birthday, which had him a bit down, but I’ve explained to him on several occasions that he’s just as sexy—if not sexier—as he was in his thirties. He works out several times a week, so he’s in shape, and the bit of gray hairs he’s now sporting only adds to his appeal.
“Are you going to continue to stare, or is there something you need, Kitten?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
“I have a favor to ask.” I walk into his office, and he backs his chair up, silently welcoming me into his space. I step between his legs, and he lifts me onto his desk, giving me his full attention.
“Is your book club over?”
“No. The ladies are out in the living room. We were discussing the book in which the hero took the heroine to a sex club he used to frequent before they got together.”
“Oh yeah?” Lincoln smirks, running his palms up the tops of my thighs. “How’d it go?”
“How about instead of telling you, I show you… at Elite?”
His brows kiss his forehead. “You want to take a field trip to Elite tonight?”
“If you don’t mind.”
An hour later—after putting on makeup and fixing our hair and Sienna inviting Micah to join us—we arrive at Elite. I assumed Lincoln would tell the women to have fun, but instead he’s giving them an actual tour, explaining how everything works. Lincoln might be the “fun brother” between him and Micah, but he still takes his businesses seriously.
Once he’s shown them around, they ask if they can hang out at the bar and get a drink. He hands them each a guest pass and explains that because they haven’t been screened, it’s a limited pass only. They can drink and dance, but they won’t have access to any of the rooms that are reserved exclusively for members.
After getting them situated at the bar, Lincoln excuses us for a moment, to which Sienna smirks at me, knowing I’m about to get it on with my husband. She and Micah might screw all over their house, but they aren’t into the whole sex club idea. They prefer to get it on between their own private walls.
“Which room?” Lincoln asks, once we reach the main hallway.
“Well…” I say, drawing out the word for dramatics, “in the book, James… that’s the hero’s name…took the heroine into the observation room where he fucked her in every hole while guests watched through the window.”
Lincoln’s eyes turn into thin slits. “If you think for one goddamn second, I’m going to let a single person watch while I fuck my wife, you’ve lost your damn mind.”
I giggle at his words. “Fine, I guess we could try to act out another scene.” I bite my lip seductively, and his gaze homes in on my mouth.
“What the hell do you mean try?”
“Well, I’m just not sure if you’re capable… I mean, James is like the perfect book boyfriend… He’s a god in bed and makes her come like—”
Before I can finish my sentence, I’m being lifted over Lincoln’s shoulder, and with a slap to my ass, he’s hauling me into a room. “I’ll show you what a real man is capable of. Fuck your book boyfriend nonsense.”
He drops me onto the bed and ravishes my mouth, kissing me like he’s a starved man and I’m his only source of sustenance. Our clothes come off, and then he kisses his way down my torso, stopping at each of my stretch marks. He does this every time he makes love to me. When they first appeared during my pregnancy with our second child, Sarah, I freaked out, thinking they were ruining my body. Because Donovan was taken early, I never developed any stretch marks with him.
Lincoln forced me to lie on my back as he ran his tongue along every single one, telling me that they were beautiful because they symbolized me carrying and protecting our daughter for nine months until she was ready to enter the world.
It’s been almost a year since I gave birth to her, but he still makes it a point to give my stretch marks attention every time he’s near them.
I watch as Lincoln kisses each mark before he works his way down farther. He spreads my thighs and then licks his way up my center.
“Tell me about this scene,” Lincoln says, glancing up at me. What happens in the book?”
“Well,” I say, recalling the scene at the club. “He brings her to the room and starts by eating her out until she comes.”
“Done.”
“But,” I add, just to fuck with him, “he does it in under a minute.”
He quirks a brow, silently calling bullshit. “Challenge accepted.”
“Wait, what?” I gasp.
I expected him to call me on my bullshit, but instead, he says, “Start counting.”
“What?”
“Start counting, out loud. Now.”
“Okay, one… two…”
Lincoln wastes no time disappearing between my legs, licking and sucking and massaging my clit. I’ve barely made it to thirty before I’m screaming out his name in ecstasy.
“Thirty seconds,” he says, making a show of licking his lips. “Looks like your little book boyfriend has got nothing on me. What happens next?”
“They have sex…”
Lincoln grins. “That I can do.”
He strokes his cock a few times before situating himself between my legs. His mouth connects with mine as he thrusts into me, filling me in the most delicious way.
His arms cage me in, and he makes love to me until we’re both finding our release. Once we’ve come down from our orgasms, he murmurs against my mouth, “What happens next?”
I’m so lost in my husband, I almost forget what he’s talking about. I have to think about it for a few seconds, but once I remember, I crack up laughing. “Sorry, baby, but what happens next isn’t possible.”
“Try me,” he says, determination in his tone.
“Okay,” I say, smugly. “Well, they didn’t use protection because it was a spur of the moment decision, and he gets her pregnant.”
“Done,” he says.
“What?” I choke out. “How is that…?” And then it hits me.
We just had sex. Without protection.
And since I’m breastfeeding, I haven’t gotten on birth control. Instead, we’ve been using condoms, unless we’re reckless. In which case, we use the withdrawal method.
Until now.