Page 44 of Big Daddy Mountain Man

She thudded loudly on the floor, flat on her stomach, the wind pushed from her lungs upon impact.

Sawyer was at her side in a second.

A very naked Sawyer.

By the time Amber flipped around and was able to sit on her bottom, she still couldn’t breathe, but it had nothing to do with the fall.

Gosh! He was so chiseled and cut! How could one man have so many freaking muscles? And how could his… thing… be so huge?

She felt silly.

Thing?

She just wasn’t sure what else to call it.

But it was so freaking close! It would be so easy for her just to reach out and take hold of it and?—

“Are you okay?”

The question cut off her lustful thoughts and zapped her back into the embarrassing reality that she’d fallen while debating on whether or not she should spy on a man while he changed clothes.

Ouch. This wasn’t a good look for her.

“Yeah,” she finally answered.

“Are you hurt, honey?”

She shook her head.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded.

He smirked. “Amber? Babygirl? What were you doing?

Oh crap! He wasn’t going to let this go! She supposed he had a right. After all, he’d been in the privacy of his own room when she’d crashed in uninvited.

Maybe she could think of some excuse. Her mind was spinning, desperately trying to latch onto something plausible, but it was no use. Honesty was always the best policy, she reminded herself.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she squeaked.

He was still wearing that look of slight amusement when he said, “That isn’t an answer, sweetie. I asked what you were doing.”

She tried to answer, but her eyes went right to that long, thick rod that dangled between his muscular legs, and all she could do was swallow the lump that had formed in her throat.

Finally, she gathered herself enough to answer. “I was… well, you see… I wanted to…see…” She sighed. There was no getting out of this or sugarcoating anything. “I wanted to see that.” She pointed to his massive cock.

He continued to smile as he stood naked before her, looking down with a healthy dose of amusement in his eyes.

“Do you want to touch it, honey?”

“Yes!” she shouted, then covered her mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

Sawyer stepped closer. “You can touch it, honey. But I’m afraid that’s all we can do right now. Daddy has to take you to Mindy’s. They’re waiting on us to eat dinner.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, much quieter now.

Her trembling hand came forward slowly, inching closer and closer to the prize that hung there like ripe fruit on a tree.

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