Yours Book 3: Life Mastered by Blue Saffire Read Free Book Online

heated look in his eyes.
    I force myself to turn away and reach for the plate that is sitting in front of us. I snag a slice of bacon and moan in pleasure when the crisp turkey bacon touches my tongue.
    Nick starts to rub my back as he just sits silently watching me devour the food before me. I am ravenous, I scoff down the bacon and tear through the French toast. All while Nick just watches me and rubs my back. I am in my happy place as my tummy fills.
    I go to take a sip of the orange juice, but it is disgusting on my tongue. I usually love orange juice, but this taste like acid or something. “Eww,” I spatter and put the glass down.
    “What’s wrong,” Nick asks in concern, his hand stilling on my back.
    “That tastes gross. Is it spoiled or something,” I choke out taking the napkin to wipe my tongue before I reach for the glass of water.
    Nick reaches for the orange juice and sniffs it. “It was fine when I drank it,” He lifts it to his lips and takes a sip. I turn to look at him, and he downs the whole glass. “It tastes fine.”
    “Maybe it’s all the syrup,” I say swiping my tongue over my teeth and around my mouth. I wait a few seconds for the nausea to pass. “Yuck, that was so gross.”
    Nick gives me a funny look, but he keeps his mouth closed. I shrug and finish the water. When I’m done, I set the glass down and turn to Nick, leaning against his chest.
    “So what are we doing today,” I inquire.
    That heated stare enters his eyes once again, and I feel my core heat. This man has the power to shred me into pieces with just one look. I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
    Nick leans in and licks the side of my mouth. “First, I have to taste my wife to see if she tastes as good as I remember, it is a new day after all. I pride myself on being thorough,” Nick gives me that sexy smirk of his. “Then I want to go sailing with my wife, maybe do a little diving or jet skiing.”
    “I like the sound of all of the above,” I sigh. “Your wife is such a lucky woman.”
    “Nope, I am the lucky one,” Nick shakes his head and gives me this adorable look.
    In that one expression, I can see how my son will have me wrapped around his little finger. Oh God, please let me have little girls. One Lincoln man is enough for my heart to contend with.
    I get lost for a moment in thoughts of our little family. A little boy with Nick’s face and green eyes. Little girls with his golden brown hair. On second thought, maybe I do want boys. I have just learned to tame my own hair. My poor daughters will be in trouble if they have to rely on mommy’s hairdressing skills.
    I am pulled from my thoughts when Nick presses his lips to my ear and squeezes my breast. It is tender, and his gentle kneading feels just right, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Which surprises me and pulls a moan from my lips.
    “Where’d you go, Beautiful,” Nick rasps in my ear.
    “I was thinking about what a bunch of little Nicholas Lincolns will look like,” I smile to myself and squirm in his lap.
    Nick pinches my nipple between his fingers and growls. In one swoop, everything flies from the table to the floor. I gasp as Nick lifts me and places me on my back on the table top in front of him.
    He tugs the tie of my robe free, running his hands down my front, taking a brief moment to weigh my breasts in his hands. I moan and arch my back to fill his hands. Nick groans and quickly moves on heading to the destination he had intended on in the first place.
    He sits on the edge of the seat, cupping the tops of my thighs and brings his mouth down onto me. I nearly buck off the table as his tongue takes a slow drag through my folds. I clinch the table cloth between my fingertips and dig my heels into his shoulders, causing him to moan.
    “Babe,” I cry out. “Nick, oh, oh God, Babe.”
    “Mmm,” Nick groans into my core. My eyes cross as my body feels like it is being overloaded. I rock my hips into his mouth and