Billionaire's Second Chance (Billionaires #16) - Jennifer Hartley Page 0,22

his ab muscles contracted into defined rows of muscle when he sat down and how every part of his chest and back tightened when he stretched. He was so beautiful in every way, and I still couldn’t believe that I had made love to such an exquisite human, not once, but twice.

When he got back up to continue working, he left his shirt sitting on the ground. He was picking one row in front of me now, and it was impossible for me not to watch him in my direct line of sight. Every once in a while, he would look up at me, and I would quickly divert my eyes. But then, within seconds, I found myself staring at him again. Scott was behind me and couldn’t see what my gaze was falling upon, so there was nothing preventing me from watching DeShawn as he worked. Every movement that he made brought back the thoughts of how his naked body moved against mine. Every groan of exertion that he made while he worked made me think about the moans of pleasure that came from his mouth when he orgasmed inside me.

The heat and sun were starting to get to me, and all of the bending up and down from harvesting was starting to make me feel dizzy, or maybe it was watching DeShawn that was causing me to swoon. Whatever it was, it was just too much for me. I felt like my pulse was racing in my veins, and my heart was pounding. I needed to go inside before I ended up hitting the ground. I left my basket right where it was in the middle of the field and walked toward the house on shaky legs.

“Everything okay?” Scott called from behind me.

“Yeah,” I said. “I just need to go to the bathroom.”

When I got inside the farmhouse, I put my hands down to lean onto the counter. I could still see the guys continuing with the harvest outside. It wasn’t the heat or the sun or even the exertion that had gotten to me. It was DeShawn. It was hard enough being around him at all, but being around him like this, with his shirt off and his body flexing beneath the daylight in front of me—I just couldn’t do it anymore. I was going to snap, or pass out, or run across the field and tear off his clothes. None of which would be good.

I took a minute to gather myself and then decided to work on getting the stuff ready to take into the farmer’s market in town. I started loading things up in my car to go sell. Even without being finished with the harvest yet, I still had plenty of stuff to take to the market, enough to fill nearly my entire car. When I had almost finished loading everything up, I went upstairs to change out of my sweaty clothes and try to make myself look more presentable for town. I wasn’t sure if there were truth to getting more sales by looking prettier, but I needed to work every angle I could because we were in such dire need. I found a sundress and a pair of cute boots. I tied my hair up in a ponytail, letting a few pieces hang down around my face to give that cute, messy look. It was the best I could do to clean up at the moment. I looked in the mirror and instantly saw what my mother was talking about when she mentioned my brooding hazel eyes. There was a lot concealed behind my lashes, whether I intended for it to be or not.

When I was finished getting ready, I remembered some of the bushel barrels that I had left at the side of the house. There were some things in there that I thought would sell well at the market, too, that I didn’t want to forget. I took my keys off the counter, grabbed my wallet from the drawer, and headed around to the side of the house to collect the last few things that I wanted to take with me.

I had already told Scott that I would be heading into town this afternoon to try to make us some money by selling what we had. He thought it was a good idea, and I especially agreed with it being a good idea now. I had to get away from the house while DeShawn was here. It was admittedly getting