Andrew Lincoln Hot Novels & Stories

“Lincoln, why don’t you find something more entertaining than flirting with my date?” “Oh, trust me,” Lincoln replied with a casual grin. “I’ll keep myself entertained.” He turned to me, his gaze softening in a way that felt oddly sincere. “But it was a pleasure talking to you, Miss…?” Before I could respond, Lucas’s voice cut in, harsh and final. “I know you love taking what’s not yours, but as for her? She’s off-limits.” Lincoln’s gaze lingered on mine for a beat, his expression filled with curiosity. “Well then, President Jones,” he replied, almost lazily, “be careful, don’t let her slip through your fingers.”

“You’re the best, milord—“ “Shut up. I will blow your mouth.” LINCOLN rents a nearby private spa even the temperature in the Philippines is warm since it’s a tropical country to live in. Lincoln and Francisco are naked when walking inside before submerging their body into the warm water. “I thought we will go to a sauna, milord?” Francisco sadly asked, but Lincoln doesn’t answer his question. He gradually slides to submerge until half of his face into the water. “I’d change my mind,” Lincoln mutters as he goes back to his position.

“Yeah. I mean, how else will we get your mom to believe we’re dating?” “We can hold hands.” I lifted an eyebrow. “True. Good start, but if we were actually dating. I’m pretty sure we’d know some things about each other too. Like, what’s your favorite color? Why did you get an electric car instead of gas? Who’s your best friend? Where are you ticklish?” Lincoln paused, the frown firmly back in place. “Green, because I care about the Earth, my brothers, and right behind my ears.” I nodded, trying to memorize his rapid-fire responses. “Okay. Now you ask me.”

Howard said, his smile casual as he accepted the check. Turning back to Andrew, he added, "There's something I've been meaning to ask Mr. Newton. I wonder if you might indulge my curiosity?" Andrew blinked in surprise. "And what might Mr. Lincoln be curious about?" "Before we get to that, I've got a side question. Should I be calling you Mr. Newton, or is it Mr. Hawk?" Howard's smile was knowing, almost playful. Andrew's reaction was immediate, his pupils narrowed to pinpricks. He felt his heart stutter in his chest. An eerie aura seemed to radiate from him, unbidden.

k “Imagining how it will be to shower with us?” Lincoln’s hot breath is against my neck, and I can feel my body responding. I step away from him, trying to calm myself and my libido. Of course, Landon walks up to us at the same time, making it almost impossible to get space.

Walton replied, “Thank you so much, Yakob! We will cover all the fees, and the Quarringtons will owe you one big favor!” “Thank you so much, Yakob!” Giya said. Yakob nodded and said, “You’re welcome!” Meanwhile, overseas. “Hey! It’s me, Mr. Lincoln. May I know if Specialist Dorian is in? Yes, tomorrow… oh, he’s not free? Okay, it’s alright, thank you!” Andy Lincoln was not very happy after being rejected. He would be very embarrassed if he could not fulfill what his son had promised to other people. He immediately contacted a few other specialists. Most of them had some time to spare, but it was quite tough to get them to fly over within two days. Especially since Mr. Lincoln was not a very

Andrew swirled his wine around his glass before taking a sip. “That would solve your problem, wouldn’t it?” “It would solve a lot of problems. We might even be able to hire someone else to pick up the slack that currently everyone else is having to deal with.” I shook my head, picked up my utensils, and cut off another piece of steak. “Like I said, though, it doesn’t seem like Lily’s going to do that any time soon.” Andrew smirked. “You never know. She might just change her mind.” * *

Sharp jawline, green eyes that seemed to see too much, and an air of confidence that should have been annoying but somehow wasn't. "Actually, I was just leaving." Emma started gathering her things, but her laptop bag chose that moment to rebel. The zipper stuck, her notebook tumbled to the floor, and her pen rolled under the stranger's feet. He crouched down to retrieve her pen, and Emma caught sight of the title on her fallen notebook's cover: "Heat Between the Lines - Draft 3." Her heart stopped. That was her working title—the one she'd scribbled on the cover without thinking, the one that revealed exactly what kind of book she was struggling to write.

"You know you can sit, right? Your standing makes me feel like I need to stand." I grabbed my phone. Dani: You're not mad? Lincoln pulled out his phone and tossed it onto the couch. "Why the hell would I be mad?" Dani: The water bottles don't have your face on them. Lincoln burst out laughing then frowned. "Oh... you're serious? Dani: The list said your water bottles needed to be at room temperature and that the stickers of your face needed to be on the name brand because you hate name brands. But I couldn't find the damn stickers.

she replied fearfully. "You don't know his P.A? It's Jenny Lincoln, aka bluelines56 the maniac who wanted to ruin the app launch party. Does it ring a bell now? Tell me after pretending to be on her side in sabotaging the app launch party that day, did you guys finally decide to come together to ruin us for real? Was that why you made me fall for you?" Andrew yelled.