Page 135 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Beauty

“I can do that. There are also a lot of books you can read, you know.”

I glance at the bookshelf, empty of all the family ledgers.

He raises a brow. “I’d much rather fill that space with documenting every moment of this baby’s life, of our lives together. It would be a much better use.”

“You’re right.” I grin at him, relishing the pure joy I see reflecting back at me in his gaze. “It would be.”

He kisses me again, long and slow, and lets the ultrasound picture flutter onto the table so he can wrap his other arm around me and pull me tighter. His heart pounds against mine, racing with adrenaline coursing through him, matching the tempo of my own.

When I drove up this mountain, it was to throw myself at this man’s mercy, and now, I’m begging for his touch. I need his love. I can’t breathe without him being nearby.

And we’re finally getting to a place where he’s starting to believe this won’t be ripped out from under us.

He starts to pull back, reducing the pressure of his lips until he’s dropping pecks across my cheek and tugging on my hair to tip my head back even more, forcing me to lock my eyes with his. “You know, Beauty, I never thought The Beast could have any of this, but somehow, I’ve managed to get my happily ever after.”

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