Page 136 of Icy Cold Death

He’d still get naked with her even if Jake was in the room.

Screw it.

He wasn’t an idiot.

If his hot wife-to-be wanted to climb all over his geeky ME ass, well, hell.

Sign.

Him.

Up.

“Hailey, Baby,” he muttered as she started unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?”

She bit him on the neck.

“I’m about to get naked with my fiancé. He did something incredibly sweet, again, and I feel like I want to reciprocate.”

He laughed like an idiot.

“Carry on,” he said, wanting her mouth all over his body.

As he felt her fingers on his belt, and she was undoing it, his heart raced.

“Yes, please, pretty lady,” he said. “Have your wicked way with me.”

She giggled.

Oh, Hailey loved this man.

Bodhi made her heart light.

As soon as she got his jeans open, he watched her pull him from his boxers, and then do exactly what every man craved.

Stroke him.

Only, that wasn’t it. She slid down his body, and smiled up at him from her position on the floor.

Jesus.

Bodhi would take a million anchors to a million ghosts for moments like this.

When she brought her mouth to his erection, and swallowed him whole, his whole being shook.

This was worth everything in the world. There was no doubt why women were the most powerful creatures on the planet. They could make a man go to his knees for this.

And he was man enough to admit it.

God.

The wickedest fiancée in the whole world was blowing him like he’d never been blown before.

Yeah, this was exactly how he liked his life.

Out of control.

“Baby, you’re not having much mercy,” he muttered as he watched her slow it down to make his body crave more and more.

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