Page 41 of Billion Dollar Vow (The Lincoln Brothers #4)

She shakes her head, her soft laughter filling the air. “You and I have different tastes. I was thinking warm, relaxing... Maybe something with a spa?”

I smile, imagining how nice that would be, but I’m set on the cabin idea. “But I can’t do it next weekend.”

“Why not?” Evelyn asks, her brow furrowing.

“I just need more time to plan everything. I want it to be perfect.”

Evelyn nods in approval. “Make sure you tell me the name of the place and check if it has service. Don’t want to be stranded without a signal.”

I’m touched by how much she cares. “I will.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “And read the reviews. Otherwise, I will.”

“Okay, okay. Thanks again for everything.”

With one last smile, she walks toward her ride, but I stand there for a moment, letting the cool night air settle around me.

The thought of telling Oliver about not only my art, but my identity, which is a part of me he doesn’t know yet, fills me with anticipation.

But I know after my supportive chat with Evelyn that, in a few weeks, I can make it happen.

Amber, Wren, and Rufus head out next. Declan and Armani are the last to leave, and Oliver is talking at the door, so I excuse myself and head up for a quick shower.

When I step out, I find Oliver standing in the bedroom, dark eyes roaming my naked body.

He’s unmoving, and his attention has goosebumps rising on my skin.

The pure desire etched into his face makes me step closer to him until my toes touch his. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

My heart races as I drop to my knees, peering up at him with a smirk.

“Look at you, so pretty on your knees for me,” he says, removing his sweater.

He’s in a black t-shirt and black pants, his erection pressing hard against his zipper. But he doesn’t make a move to kick off his shoes or remove any clothing.

I reach up and cup him over his pants, feeling his reaction beneath my palm. “Someone's excited,” I whisper, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

His nostrils flare as his thumb traces slowly over my parted mouth. “Only for you,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire. “Show me how much you want this too.”

I lift higher on my knees and reach for his button and zipper, undoing them quickly.

His hands hang by his sides for now, but I make it a mission to have him so out of control he has them buried in my hair.

Pushing his pants and briefs down to his ankles, his cock stands heavy and thick in front of my face. I swallow hard at the sight of pre-cum. I’m so ready for it. Ready for him.

His hand clenches by his side. “Fuck. Petal, the way you're staring... It’s fucking killing me.”

Knowing he’s already feral for this makes me squirm with need.

I grab him around his base and open my mouth to lick the head, bringing that salty pre-cum onto my tongue.

He hums, and his eyes roll. “So good.” His praise sends a thrill through me, a rush of pleasure, knowing I can make him feel this way.

I keep my eyes on him as I lick him again, only slower this time. A noise vibrates from his chest. I do it again and again like a lollipop. My own breathing quickens as I work. When his cock is glistening with my saliva, I cover his tip with my mouth and suck.

“Yeah, just like that,” he hisses and grabs the back of my head, curling his fingers into my hair. The pressure of his hand guiding me sends a shiver down my spine.

His other hand pushes the hair back from my face. The friction makes my eyes flutter and his darken with desire.

He looks like he’s holding back from fucking my face.

“So fucking good.”

I squeeze him tighter, suck him harder, and when my hand reaches up to touch his balls, he curses.

“My darling wife, if you don’t get off now, I’ll come in your hot little mouth.

” Hearing him call me his darling wife makes my heart stutter.

A deep ache builds inside me that has me pressing my thighs together as I hold his eye contact and suck harder.

“Karley, fuck!” he cries out, and I whimper with my own desperation. But I don’t stop, keeping my eyes on him as he thickens even more in my mouth.

Knowing he’s close, I go faster, and his balls tighten in my hands at the same time.

His breathing is rapid, but it's when his eyes close and his head tips back that hot bursts explode in my mouth.

I keep swallowing until he stops jerking, and a wave of satisfaction flows through me.

His muscles soften, his hand uncurls in my hair, and he smooths it down before crouching and lifting me to my feet.

His lopsided grin and flushed face are incredibly tender.

“You, my wife, are incredible. Now it’s my turn to be a good husband and let you come on my dick.”

I shift restlessly against him. “God, yes.”

My mouth crashes onto his, and his lips move with soft passion as he walks me backward. When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, I pause. He lifts his lips from mine, breathing labored, his body perspiring. I watch my hands as they roam his hot body.

“Turn around, hands on the bed, feet stay on the floor.”

I don’t bother asking about his plans because his cock is fully erect and ready again.

Turning around, I bend over, placing my palms flat on the mattress.

I hear the sound of ripping foil. He must be putting a condom on.

Then I feel his hand on my ass cheeks, squeezing gently, before he reaches around and touches my breast, tweaking my nipple. The sharp sensation shoots straight to my core. My back arches as he lays a kiss on my back. “Ready, Petal?”

“Please, Oliver.”

“Spread your legs wider.”

As I move my legs farther apart, Oliver drags his fingers from my clit to my entrance, and I shudder with need. “Is this all from sucking my dick?”

I hum, the touch on my pussy making me forget how to speak.

“Lean down on your elbows.”

I drop down, feeling the tip of him at my pussy, and I clench, the anticipation too much.

He glides his tip up and down through my wetness, teasing me before he finally presses his thick cock slowly inside.

We both groan. His hands hold my hips as he continues stretching me until he’s all the way in.

I feel incredibly full. He pauses, waiting for me to adjust to his size.

I pulse around him at the intrusion, sucking in deep breaths of air.

“You take me so well.”

I moan. His hot, delicious words only add to my arousal.

“You ready?”

I nod, barely able to speak.

“Words,” he demands roughly.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Fuck me, Oliver.”

“God,” he growls. “I’ll never get sick of you begging for it.”

He pulls out just enough to make me ache, then slams back into me. My breath catches.

I grip the sheets with white-knuckled force as he sets a pace that’s as punishing as it is perfect.

“This angle is so much deeper. Do you feel that?”

“Yes,” I whimper, overwhelmed.

His grip on my hips tightens, thumbs digging into my skin. Leaning over me, his mouth brushes along my spine. His rough stubble grazes my back, and it’s almost too much. My legs tremble under the intensity of it all.

“Oliver,” I gasp, voice cracking.

“Hold on,” he pants. “Almost there.”

I moan, knowing I can’t hold on much longer. The sounds of our skin slapping together and his grunting makes my orgasm consume so much quicker this time.

“I’m going to…”

“Come for me, wife.”

That word. Wife . Hits me harder than anything else.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

I lose it. I cry out his name as his fingers dig into my skin. He thrusts hard into me one more time and then pauses, his cock jerking inside of me. We come together exactly like husband and wife.