Page 102 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

Her hand drops to my shoulder and squeezes, and I slowly sink to my knees before I lift my gaze to meet hers.

Those pretty lips of hers part on a little, “Oh…” as she realizes my intent.

I don’t bother fighting my grin as I slide my hands around the back of her thighs and adjust her to the edge of the table, giving me the perfect angle and height to finally taste hereverywhere.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Camille.”

Her hands grip the old wood as she watches me intently, her chest heaving rapidly even though I haven’t touched her yet. At least not in the way I want to.

But just like yesterday, I am a complete rookie in the getting-my-woman-off-with-my-mouth department, and the last thing I want to do is fail at this.

“You’re going to have to help me out here, Camille, because I’m fucking clueless about how to do this right.”

She releases a little laugh, the table creaking as she adjusts her position to get more comfortable with her elbows behind her, supporting her weight. “You’re not clueless; you’re just—”

“I’m fucking clueless.” I laugh as I dip my head closer, letting my warm breath flutter across her skin. “It’s okay to say it. But I promise I’m a very fast learner…”

A humored huff floats down to me. “You certainly proved that last night.”

I lift my head to raise a brow at her. “Did I now?”

Her cheeks flush even redder as I return my focus to her pussy, now glistening so beautifully with her arousal.

Jesus…

My mouth waters for what I’ve been fantasizing about tasting, and I lean in and glide my tongue across her.

The flavor of her need coats my mouth, and I groan as my cock throbs in appreciation of it. She gasps and grips the wood tight enough to make it creak again.

“Dalton…”

“Like that?”

I pull my head back and tip it to the side to see her face around her belly in this position. She nods vigorously, and the trembling of her thighs against my ears makes me grin again as I dip my head and do it again and again.

Exploring her.

Savoring her.

Memorizing how everything I do makes her react.

Like flicking the tip of my tongue across her clit…

Her hips buck off the table, and I reach up with my left hand and press it across her to help keep her down.

“So, basically, I should just do with my tongue what I did with my fingers and my cock?”

She mewls in that needy way that makes pre-cum eke out and wet the front of my jeans. “God, yes…”

If I thought everything else we’ve done was a test of my control, I greatly underestimated what it would be like to feast on Camille Bower.

I chuckle against her damp flesh, and she twitches slightly, her thighs tightening on the sides of my head.

She likes that.

Which meansIlike it.

A-fucking-lot.

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