Page 136 of Mountain Grump

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The edge of Ethan’s mouth pulls up. Just a bit. “I don’t care.”

“But—”

“You’re my wife, Matilda. And you’re going to let me treat you like my wife.”

Every damn word he says…

“And do husbands like to go down on their wives?” I twist my fingers in my dress.

Slowly, so I can watch him do it, Ethan lowers his gaze down my body.

Over my chest.

Over my stomach.

Lower.

I watch his mouth open.

Watch him pant out a breath.

As he looks atme.

As he tugs my thong even farther to the side.

“God dammit.” He reaches down with his other hand and drags a finger down the length of my slit.

I can feel the wetness as it coats his finger.

My eyelids flutter.

“Please.” He groans as he does it again.

I want to say yes.

I want to feel his tongue on my clit more than anything.

But I don’t want to be self-conscious about it. And we just hiked for hours.

“No.” I try for commanding, but it comes out as a breath.

Ethan meets my gaze.

And then his finger is there.

Pressing into me.

“Fine.” He pushes his finger in an inch.

We both moan.

“This is your warning.” He pushes in another inch. “I’m eating this perfect fucking pussy for dinner tomorrow.”

I squirm as my inner muscles clench around him.

He pulls his finger free, dragging it up and over my clit.

I moan, and my eyes close on instinct as my back arches.

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