Axe-ing for Trouble (Maine Lumberjacks, #5)

by Daphne Elliot

It had been a very long time since I’d had a good manhandling. And this man had been the one to do it.

This was so much more than attraction. So much deeper than lust.

When, with one swing, he spit the massive log in half, my jaw hit the floor. And my panties disintegrated. I leaned in to get a better look.

“It’s even bigger than I remember.” A shit-eating grin overtook me as I drifted to sleep.

It had never been this good. The connection, the emotions, the intensity. There was no doubt in my mind that this man was thoroughly ruining me.

“Sit on my face, Trouble. Ride my tongue.”