The Mogul and the Muscle: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(48)

I never did this. Not without careful consideration and planning. I hadn’t exactly been free with my sexuality before I’d become the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar corporation. And now that I was, my body was on lockdown. No flings. Nothing casual. Ever. My ex was the only man I’d been with in the last several years, and we’d both signed a non-disclosure agreement before we’d slept together for the first time.

But I didn’t want a contract with Jude. I wanted him like this—dangerous and raw. Unplanned and untamed.

And I wanted him now.





20





Jude





Cameron’s long limbs were wrapped around me, her magnificent ass in my hands. A torrent of sexual tension was unleashing between us. We weren’t naked yet, but we were both stripped bare, casting off the masks of professionalism. Giving in to a healthy dose of pent-up lust.

With our mouths still crashing together, I carried her across the loft to my bed. I laid her down and climbed on top of her, reluctant to break contact. She kissed me hungrily, like she was as starved for this as I was.

Hell, maybe she was.

In the back of my mind, I knew this might be a huge mistake. Once we crossed this line, there was no going back. Not for me. Not with her. She’d already gotten deep under my skin, and if we crashed and burned, it was going to fucking hurt.

But nothing risked, nothing gained. And I was no stranger to a high-stakes gamble.

Pressing my erection between her legs, I felt her heat even through our clothes. My dick was hard as steel, ready to fire off like one of Cameron’s rockets, especially with the way she rolled her hips to grind against me.

I lifted up, my groin still firmly pressed against hers. Her gorgeous copper-red hair fanned out across my bed and her green eyes were half-closed. She was killing me in my old Marine Corps t-shirt. It rode up her belly and draped tantalizingly over her tits, her nipples teasing me through the fabric.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I growled.

She ran her hands up my chest and fisted my shirt. “Can I take this off?”

Something about the way she said that—asking for permission—made my blood run hot. How often did Cameron Whitbury ask for permission to do anything?

I thrust my erection against her, earning me a satisfying moan. “You can take it off.”

Reaching behind me, I yanked on the back of my t-shirt to help her strip it off. She pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, then ran her hands through the dusting of hair on my chest.

The hem of the t-shirt was playing peek-a-boo with the bottoms of her tits. I splayed my hand across her rib cage and slid my hand beneath the fabric. Ran my thumb across her hard peak. She shuddered and bucked her hips against me.

“Slow down, eager girl.” I traced her nipple.

Her eyes locked with mine and her hips relaxed. I lifted her shirt and tasted her pink nipple, circling it with my tongue. Her body moved in a gentle writhe beneath me, her eyes falling closed. Her tits were soft, but firm, and I lavished them with attention. With every kiss and suck, I felt her relax even as her breath quickened.

But my dick was starting to demand attention. I helped her out of my t-shirt and rolled to the side so we could get rid of these annoying layers of clothing. I kicked off my sweats while she pulled off the boxer briefs I’d given her. They certainly hadn’t lasted long.

But I wanted this more than I had let myself admit. Seeing her sprawled out on my bed was like a fucking dream come true.

“Condom?” I asked, although I was already reaching for the box I kept in the nightstand.

Shit, I hoped I still had some. It had been a while.

“Yeah, and I have an IUD, so we’re covered.”

Thankfully, I was prepared. She bit her lip, watching me openly while I rolled the condom down over my hard length.

“On your knees.”

Her eyes fluttered, like the mere sound of my command did it for her. If she liked being told what to do, there was plenty more where that came from.

She rolled over, flipping her hair to the side, and got on her knees. I positioned myself behind her and ran my hands over the smooth skin of her insanely hot ass. She looked back at me over her shoulder, biting her lip again.

“Tell me what you want,” I said.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” I caressed her ass with one hand and held my dick with the other, rubbing the tip against her slick folds.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Please, Jude.”

Seeing her like this, on her knees and just this side of submissive, made me feel both powerful and protective. It was an exhilarating rush.

“Baby, I’ll give you everything you need,” I said, my voice low.

I kept rubbing my cock against her, focusing on her clit. She arched backward, moaning, letting her head drop to the mattress. I desperately wanted to be inside her, but couldn’t help taking my time. Drawing out the agony. She was firmly in my control and I loved it.

Finally, I lined up the head of my cock with her opening, grabbed her hips, and thrust inside.

I’d started slow, savoring my first tastes of her body. Now I hit the gas, driving into her hard and deep. My glutes flexed as I thrust my hips, the ecstasy of her pussy surrounding me.

Her enthusiastic stream of breathy yeses spurred me on. I knew exactly what she needed. I could feel it without her having to say a word. She needed to get fucked. To feel me deep inside her. To release her inhibitions and let someone else be in charge for a while.