Page 137 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

I love to hate them and what they do to me, but I could never hate what this man does.

The way he owns me—mind, body, and soul.

By the time he finishes devouring my mouth and pulls back, the evidence of howIaffect him presses into my thigh.

He shifts against me, ensuring I feelallof him. “I have all sorts of delicious snacks I thought you’d enjoy, but first, I thought I’d feast on you.”

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DALTON

The little shiver of anticipation that races through her as I press her down onto the soft blanket makes my cock throb between us.

Camille is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful thing in my life, along with the kids. And now, knowing we have another one on the way, seeing how glowy she is pregnant, I can’t keep my fucking hands off her.

Or my mouth.

I raise a brow at her, grinding my hard length against her thigh. “How does that sound? I eat lunch, and then you do…”

She grins and loops her arms around my neck, tugging me down until her mouth brushes mine. “I wouldn’t want you to go hungry.”

Fuck yes.

I waste no time sliding down her body and dragging her jeans and underwear with me. But I don’t even bother removing them fully, leaving them stretched across her ankles.

Her eyes flare, the blue blazing the heat of need and confusion. “What are you doing?”

Lifting her legs, I drape her thighs over my shoulders. “We’re short on time, and I don’t want to waste a single second fighting with your fucking jeans.”

Not when her pussy already glistens with her arousal in the bright sunshine.

Not when my mouth literally waters to taste her.

I dip my head and drag my tongue through her slick core.

She arches into me, groaning, her fingers digging into my hair, nails scoring my scalp.

All thought of anything else melts away at the feel of her response to me.

So secure in her sexuality.

So willing to tell me what she needs.

I grasp her ass in my left hand, keeping her exactly where I want her, and glide the other between us to slip two fingers inside her.

She whimpers and clenches around me, her body pulsing in time with my tongue and ministrations. “Have I ever told you…how fuckinggoodyou are at this?”

Yes.

Hundreds of times.

But it doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy hearing it each and every time I put my mouth on her.

I chuckle against her warm flesh, then probe my tongue around her clit, not giving her the direct contact I know she so desperately seeks.

It’s so much better to watch her squirm.

To build her into a frenzy before I finally let her have it.

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