His Submissive Jewel [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

shoulders and headed toward the picnic Brody and Abby were setting out. “We eat. Then we finish touring the ranch. Maybe later we can spend more time together. I’ll let you try and convince me that smaller defense spending is a good idea.”
    Noelle laughed. “Coupled with real tax reform it could lower our deficit.”
    “You sure know how to sweet-talk a man. Let’s eat.”
    Noelle let Cam lead her over to the blankets, but she wasn’t paying any attention to the food. Her focus was on the handsomest man she had ever met. A man who was not only sexy but nice as well. She wanted to get to know him, too. This was the start of something. She could feel it.
     
    * * * *
     
    Noelle wrapped her arms around herself as a cold breeze raised goose bumps on her skin. The day had been pleasantly warm with only a chilly breeze in the morning. According to Abby, however, the nights still got quite cold. She could be toasty next to the fireplace inside, but had felt the need to get away from all the people in the house. It wasn’t unpleasant, just different. Many evenings found her eating takeout, alone in her condo, while she worked. Tonight there had been eleven people at the massive dining table. Cam had sat at the head, clearly the leader of this loving and lively family. She jumped in surprise when she felt something warm wrap around her.
    Cam, with a blanket.
    She’d know his scent anywhere. He smelled of the outdoors and something that was so intrinsically Cam. Her heart started beating faster when he didn’t move back immediately. He stayed close behind her, and she could feel the heat come off his body and feel his warm breath on her neck and shoulders. She wanted to turn around and press herself against his muscled hardness. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat.
    “Thank you. I guess I was getting chilly. I just came out for some air.”
    She felt rather than heard Cam’s chuckle.
    “And to freeze to death? Your Florida blood is probably a little thin to be standing out here in just a sweater. Did the family drive you out here?”
    “No. Well, kind of. I’m just not used to being around this many people. My job is rather solitary. I spend much of my time alone. You must be used to this, though.”
    His large hands ran up and down her arms, sending her arousal into orbit. Her panties were getting quite damp, and her breasts were straining against her lace bra. She didn’t remember ever wanting a man this badly. She wanted to feel his hands on her quivering body.
    “I guess so, but I like to come out here and have some quiet time, too. Do you want to go for a walk? I promise we’ll stay dry.”
    She was far from dry. Honey was dripping from her pussy, and her nipples were hard and tight. She couldn’t help but react to all his maleness so close to her. The fact that he was a Dom was only adding fuel to the fire. She had been fantasizing about being with him all day.
    She’d had an entire day to think about the fact he was Brody’s dad. She was sure he was older than she was, but he didn’t seem too perturbed by the fact she was younger. Age was just a number, anyway. She was attracted to this man more than any man she had ever met. She wasn’t going to let a silly thing like age get in the way.
    Nor was she going to let the brevity of her stay here in Montana interfere. No relationship promised a forever after. Perhaps a few weeks were all she and Cam would have together. It would have to be enough.
    His arm around her shoulders pulled her close to the warmth of his body as they walked toward the barn. She breathed in his heady scent and pressed herself closer. She barely came up to his shoulder. He made her feel very small and petite, yet safe at the same time. He was a man who could take care of her. That was clear. Not that she needed anyone to take care of her. She had been taking care of herself for years and doing a good job of it. But tonight, for a few minutes, she was content to lean on