Page 61 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

Hell…

Darting my gaze to the tub, I clear my throat and climb to my feet with his assistance again.

He can get into the tub inthose, or he can take them off himself.

But I amnotgoing there.

I can’t.

The heat flooding my body tells me it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to even attempt it.

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DALTON

The almost-scalding water surrounding me up to mid-chest feels so damn good. I release a little strangled groan, even though I try to bite it back. Only a few minutes in here, and already, the trembling of my legs and tightness and spasms in my back have started to melt away slowly.

Camille leans against the counter, hand resting on her protruding belly, and even though my eyes are closed, I can feel hers on me like they have been since the second she walked into this bathroom.

Analyzing every little move or sound I make.

Raking over me as I lie in the water in nothing but my boxers.

Fucking hell, Pops.

He didn’t need to call her down here.

I would’ve been fine eventually on my own.

Like I always am.

This might be the worst it’s ever been, but it didn’t require getting Camille all riled up or making her drive over here with Davey when she surely has other things to be doing at her place today.

“Feeling better?”

Dammit.

Apparently, she didn’t miss that little groan I just released—not that she would have. Camille doesn’t missanything. And since that night I told her exactly how I felt about her, every moment we’ve been in the same room has been sheer torture, wondering what’s going on in her head.

I crack one eye open and peek at her, afraid to see that pitying look there from the sole person Ineverwant to see me so broken and helpless. “A little.”

She fights a smirk but fails miserably.

“You don’t have to look so smug.”

Her eyes widen slightly in feigned ignorance before she fully grins at me. “I’m not trying to be smug. I’m genuinely happy it’s helping and you’re feeling better.”

“Notthatmuch better.”

She chuckles softly at my clarification, then moves closer to the tub, making me tense all over again.

After crossing that line and baring my soul, I knew things would be different, but I’ve managed to avoid situations likethisfor the past month.

The two of ustrulyalone…

With either Pops or Davey always around, it’s been easy to keep things light, to appear unaffected by her presence, when all I’ve wanted was to pin her to a wall again and kiss her senseless this time.

But I would never do that.

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