Inheriting Miss Fortune – The Billionaire Brotherhood Read Online Lucy Lennox

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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 104448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
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The idea that he’d prefer for the Scotts to take her made my blood boil.

After giving Trigger a few final pats, I took Lellie upstairs and got her ready for bed. I heard Tully moving around the apartment, but I ignored him and focused on my daughter.

When she was finally asleep in her portable crib and I couldn’t avoid returning to the main room to grab a cold glass of water, I saw Tully at the kitchen table with his laptop and the stack of legal documents Foster had brought.

“Guess someone gave the enemy my address,” I muttered under my breath.

Tully turned to me and narrowed his eyes. “Guess someone has his mail delivered to this address,” he snapped back. “I found you easily enough. It’s no surprise the Scotts’ attorney did, too.”

“If you think the Scotts are the right choice for Lellie, then I’d like you to leave,” I said flatly. “Lellie is currently legally my child, and you have no right to work for her fucking grandparents to change that.”

He stood up and stepped closer. I tried not to notice the bare feet sticking out of his worn blue jeans or the fact that the Wyoming sun had turned his forearms and hands a honey gold in the few days we’d spent time outside with Lellie. “I’m not working with the Scotts,” he hissed. “In fact, I’ve put my job on the line by refusing to help them, so you can fuck right off with your accusations.”

I was in no mood to be appreciative, or even rational, for that matter.

“I heard what you said to Foster, so it’s clear you think she’d be better off with them than me.”

Tully stepped closer and poked a finger into the center of my chest. “What I think is that you are willfully fucking ignorant.” Poke. “What I think is that I’ve tried everything to convince you to keep your daughter, and you’re the one who insists you’re a bad bet, not me.” Poke. “What I think is that you’d be as good a parent to her as Katie would have been. But you know what’s more important than any of that bullshit? A good parent actually wants their child.”

He met my eyes with heat and thunder rolling heavy and unpredictably. “So you’re right, Dev. That makes you a shitty fucking choice.”

I grabbed his wrist to stop him from poking me again. His skin was warm, and the faint prickle of body hair against my palm reminded me of the most sensual night of my life.

“Don’t you realize how much this is fucking killing me?” I asked, hearing way more anguish in my tone than I’d hoped.

Tully’s face softened. I still held his wrist in my hand, and his body was close enough for me to feel his warm exhales on my cheek.

“You say that what you want isn’t important. I say it’s the most important thing of all.” His gaze held mine. “So what do you want, Dev?” he breathed.

You. Lellie. All of it.

The dream.

I gritted my teeth. Those words, however truthful, would never pass my lips. Instead, I chose a different truth.

“Know what I want?” I growled to keep my voice from breaking. “You on your fucking knees, choking on my cock. Maybe then I could escape this fucking pressure for ten goddamned minutes.”

Our eyes locked as the shock of my words fell heavily around us. His nostrils flared, and the hand of the arm I held curled into a fist.

But instead of fighting me, instead of pulling away and telling me to fuck off, Tully Bowman dropped to his fucking knees.

THIRTEEN

TULLY

I was a slut for him.

I’d been a slut for him for two years now, though I wouldn’t have put it into those words.

But hearing him throw his anger at me in an uncontrolled mess of accusations and knowing it did absolutely nothing to diminish how badly I wanted him made the truth quite clear.

It took laughably little to make me get on my knees for Devon McKay.

I never took my eyes off his as I lowered to the floor. “This what you want?”

A dare. A challenge. I wouldn’t be the one to blame for this ill-advised detour between us.

His eyes searched mine before his chin dipped.

“Say it,” I ground out, moving my hands to his hips and tucking my fingertips under his waistband just so I could feel the bare-skin warmth of him. “Say the words, Dev. Tell me again exactly what you want right now.”

“Please,” he breathed. “Suck my cock.”

As I moved my hands to his belt, he took a breath and added, “Remember, you owe me.”

The words should have stung. They should have hit me like an offensive gauntlet, an unfair quid pro quo from our first night together. But they didn’t. We both knew his completion had been a very long time coming.


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