Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires #3) by Lauren Asher

You won’t have to.

So long as I commit to working on myself, I can have Lana forever.

Just like you were meant to.

I pour everything I feel into my kiss. Desire. Love. Hope.

Lana wraps her arms around me and tugs me closer. Everything about us feels right. Like two halves of a puzzle finally joined.

I’m desperate to keep the connection going for as long as I can. I tease, suck, and kiss every inch of her body until she is writhing beneath me, chanting my name with desperation.

It doesn’t take long before I find my head between her thighs again, worshiping her body like I was always meant to. The combined taste of her and me is addicting, and I can’t stop teasing her cunt until she comes on my tongue, rewarding me for my hard work.

Somehow, I end up beneath her with my back pressed against the headboard while she rides my cock.

Every gasp. Every moan. Every little sigh pushes us closer toward the edge.

I drag Lana down with me, teasing her clit until she comes around my dick. She doesn’t stop moving until she comes down from her orgasm. Her body goes slack, and she falls against my chest with a content sigh.

My hands grip her hips as I lift her up and down my cock, desperate to find my own release. Her head rolls back, giving me the perfect opportunity to take one of her nipples into my mouth.

She quivers around me, taking every inch of me like she was meant to.

“Cal.” She grips my hair and tugs, making my scalp prickle from the sensation.

“You like this?” I slam her against my dick, earning a gasp. “Driving me wild?”

She reaches between us and teases her clit.

Fuck. That’s hot.

One of the things I love about Lana is that she has never been shy about seeking her own pleasure. Her finger accidentally grazes against my cock as I slide out of her, making me come so hard I nearly black out. Lana continues riding my cock, playing with her clit until she orgasms again.

Her small smile of triumph draws one of my own. It hits me then that Lana doesn’t just feel like home—she feels like my everything.

I stay inside her for as long as I can, settling back into the mattress while holding her to my chest. Her breathing evens out eventually as she slips into unconsciousness, and I’m left grappling with the emotions she stirred up.

At some point, I drift off to the sound of her steady breathing.

I’ll get up in a minute, I repeat to myself for the third time.

I lied.

“Mommy! Wake up! We’re going to Dreamland today!” Cami bangs against the door.

Lana bolts upright, the sheet falling around her waist. “Oh my God! What are you still doing here?” she whisper-shouts.

“Fuck.” I grab a pillow and cover my head. “I fell asleep.”

“You need to hide!” She rips the pillow away from my hands and throws it toward the end of the bed.

“Mommy? Did you hear me?” Cami slams her palm a few more times.

“Coming! Why don’t you go ahead and pick out your outfit for today.”

“Okay!” Cami’s voice sounds farther away when she answers.

Lana shoots me a look as she slides out of the bed, distracting me with her naked body as she darts around the room, collecting our clothes. She throws her shirt over her head before brushing her fingers through her wild waves.

“Get dressed.” She throws my shorts at my chest.

“I’m going.” I reluctantly climb out of bed.

Lana’s eyes widen as she presses a hand against her mouth.

“What?” I look down at my erection. “This?” I give it a few pumps, earning a hiss from Lana.

“No. I—” Her eyes widen. “I’m so sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” I turn and look at my reflection in the mirror.

Damn.

Lana left some souvenirs of our time together. Besides the few hickeys marking my neck and chest, my skin is covered with faint scratches and a couple of bite marks.

I run my hand over one of the marks. “If you wanted to mark your territory, a tattoo might have been more effective in the long run.”

“Shut up.” She tosses my shirt directly at my smirk.

I pull her in for a quick kiss. Her lips mold to mine, and I run my hands down her body, tracing her curves before giving her ass a squeeze.

I pull away although I’d rather not. “You distract Cami and I’ll sneak out.”

She places a quick peck on my cheek. “Deal.”

Fortunately, the real estate agent is able to drop by early Sunday afternoon. With us leaving to Dreamland tonight for Cami’s birthday, I want to make sure everything with the lake house is settled while Wyatt and Delilah take Cami out for lunch.

The meeting with the agent goes smoothly, and he assures me that the house will be put on the market first thing tomorrow morning while we are in Florida.

I should be happy with that kind of news. Thrilled even. The sooner I sell the house, the more liberated I will feel. Hopefully, the heavy weight pressing against my chest that has been present since last night’s conversation will lessen before disappearing altogether.

Lana stayed quiet, keeping to herself while we reviewed the logistics of the sale and our price tag. She only spoke up after the agent said goodbye and asked me to do one last walkthrough of the house by ourselves. She saves the kitchen for last, something I know is intentional given how much time she spends inside of it.