The Mogul and the Muscle: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(49)

I was more than happy to give that to her.

This view was incredible—her ass lifted, her red hair falling across her back. I watched my cock slide in and out of her, glistening and wet, and grunted with every thrust.

Her uninhibited cries made my head swim with lust. She gripped the sheets, her head turned to the side, eyes closed.

So fucking beautiful.

“Turn over,” I said and slid out.

She obeyed immediately, rolling onto her back. I climbed on top of her and she hooked her legs around the backs of my thighs while I slid back inside her hot pussy.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I kissed her mouth, licking across her tongue. “Tell me what you need.”

“More.”

I thrust into her.

“Harder.”

I thrust again.

“Harder,” she breathed. “Fuck me like you can’t break me.”

Unleashing a frenzy of heat and passion, I drove into her, over and over. My muscles flexed, my hips thrust, and a sheen of sweat covered my chest. She bucked her hips against me, her fingernails digging into my back.

It was raw and intense and so fucking real.

The pressure in my groin built fast. I growled into her neck while she clung to me, drawing her legs up so I could sink in deeper.

“Yes,” she moaned in my ear. “Don’t stop that.”

Her pussy was hot, tightening around me. I kept my steady rhythm, drawing us both closer to the brink.

“Come for me, beautiful,” I growled in her ear. “Let me feel that pussy clench.”

Her desperate whimper was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

I thrust again, tilting my hips enough to grind against her clit before sliding out again.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

That was what she needed. I did it again, grinding against her with my cock deep inside. She shuddered, breathlessly moaning, and her pussy clenched hard.

One more and I felt her come apart.

Her silky inner muscles pulsed around me, squeezing my cock. I groaned as she came, the pressure in my groin skyrocketing. I thrust again, burying myself deep, and unleashed inside her.

My back stiffened, muscles tense, and my cock throbbed. I slammed into her with every pulse, coming so hard my eyes rolled back and a growl rumbled in my throat.

The intensity abated and I stopped, my cock buried deep. She clung to me with her long limbs while we caught our breath.

Thoroughly sex-drunk, I propped myself up and blinked my heavy eyelids. Her cheeks were flushed the sexiest shade of pink and her mouth twitched in a smile.

“I’m not even going to pretend that wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had,” I said. Because holy shit, it was. I’d never felt that kind of power and connection with someone.

“Oh good, I thought it was just me,” she said, still a little breathless.

I laughed softly and climbed off her so I could deal with the condom. When I got back, we pulled down the covers and slid into bed.

Gathering her into my arms, I held her close. Kissed her forehead. There was something terrifyingly right about this moment. Cameron in my bed, our bodies sated. I could get used to this, and I’d never felt that way about anyone before. Not like this.

I knew Cameron had needed this tonight. What I didn’t know was whether it was merely a way for her to cope with the fear and stress in her life, or if she was feeling something more.

A question for later. There were so many of those, I’d just add it to the list. For now, I wanted to hold her, feel her soft body snuggled against me. I couldn’t imagine anything better.





21





Jude





I woke to Cameron’s face smashed against a pillow. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Her cheek squished, her lips puckered in a bow. The sheet draped across her chest and her hands were tucked beneath the pillow.

It was tempting to haul her against me so I could feel her warm skin, but I didn’t want to wake her. So I got up and quietly slipped on a pair of boxer briefs. Used the bathroom, then wandered into the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast. I needed to get started reviewing her security footage, but it seemed like I ought to be a good host and feed her first.

Doing my best to be quiet, I got coffee brewing and found some eggs and an unopened package of gruyere cheese in the fridge.

I heard the sheets rustling while I cracked an egg into a bowl.

“Nice ass,” she said, her voice sleepy.

I glanced at her. She was on her side, the sheet pulled up over her chest, her head propped on her arm.

“Thanks. That’s high praise, coming from you. Didn’t you rank in Indulgence Magazine’s Best Butts in Business poll last year?”

She rolled her eyes. “God, that article. You know, they didn’t even mention my company. Although the unauthorized photo they used did make my ass look fantastic.”

“Bright side?”

“Exactly,” she said with a smile.

I gave her a little grin, relieved things weren’t awkward this morning.

“Do you always cook breakfast in your underwear? Because a girl could get used to that.”

God, Cameron, I could get used to this too. I cracked another egg. “Only on special occasions.”

“And what’s special about today?”