The Mogul and the Muscle: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(50)

“I have a beautiful naked woman in my bed. What isn’t special about today?”

She laughed and rolled onto her back, reaching her arms overhead in a lazy stretch. “I suppose I should get up. Do you mind if I wear your clothes again?”

“If you can find them.” I tapped another egg to crack the shell.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her toss the sheet aside. She stood up, completely fucking naked, and walked to the bathroom. I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Cold egg dribbled through my fingers. “Shit.”

I made sure there weren’t any bits of shell in the bowl—a naked Cameron walking brazenly through my loft was distracting—washed my hands, and went to work scrambling the eggs. She came out while I was stirring the eggs in a pan. Still naked.

“If you want breakfast, you might want to put some clothes on. If you keep walking around like that, there’s no telling what I’ll do.”

She glanced at me over her shoulder, the boxer briefs from last night in her hand. “Is that a threat?”

“No, it’s a promise.”

Everything about this was pointing to last night having been more than just a one-time comfort fuck for her. Which was good news because once was never going to be enough for me. Not when it was her.

It was hard to imagine ever getting enough of Cameron.

She came into the kitchen, and even covered up in my old Marine Corps t-shirt and loose-fitting boxer briefs, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. She paused and leaned against the counter.

I put down the spatula, leaving the eggs to cook on low heat, and slipped my arms around her waist.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“For what?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Everything.”

I leaned in and kissed her, enjoying the softness of her lips and the way her body pressed against me.

“Careful not to burn the eggs,” she said.

I kissed her again. “I can make more.”

She giggled as I kissed down her neck and squeezed her firm ass cheeks. I gave her ear a quick nibble, then went back to the eggs.

“Mugs are up there,” I said, nodding toward the cupboard next to her.

“Thanks.” She got out a mug and poured herself coffee. “I know we should probably talk about everything.”

“But?”

“I didn’t say but.”

“I could hear the but.”

She sighed, cradling the mug in her hands. “But I like pretending none of it exists.”

“Are you referring to the fish in your bed, or the sex last night? Because I have to be honest, I’m hoping you mean the fish.”

“I don’t mean the sex, although maybe we should talk about that too.”

I loved seeing the hint of a smile on her lips when she looked at me. “It’s a better topic.”

“I don’t usually do that,” she said. “And I’m not one of those women who says I never do this on a first date but really I do it all the time. I mean it.”

The cheese was nicely melted, so I took the pan off the heat. “I know.”

“I actually wasn’t sure if you liked me. That way, at least.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Are you kidding?”

“No. I didn’t think you disliked me. But last week after the hit and run you kissed my forehead, and I had myself convinced it was a pity kiss and you didn’t have any sexual feelings for me.”

“Was that what had you so upset at Mordecai’s?”

She bit her bottom lip. “You noticed that?”

I pulled out two plates and dished up portions of the eggs. “Most of the time you have an excellent game face, but yes, I could tell something was wrong. And it wasn’t a pity kiss. It was my attempt to keep from ravaging you on your kitchen island.”

Her mouth twitched. “What stopped you?”

“I wasn’t sure if you liked me.”

She laughed. “What are we, thirteen? I guess I should have dropped a do you like me, check yes or no note on your desk. Where are the forks?”

“It might have helped.” I pointed to a drawer. “Forks are in there.”

I set the plates on the island while Cameron poured me a cup of coffee. Then we sat down on the tall stools.

She took a bite and moaned before the fork even left her mouth. “Mm, this is so good.”

“Thanks. The trick to good scrambled eggs is the low heat. You cook them slow and don’t add anything until the end, not even salt and pepper. If you add anything too soon, it breaks down the proteins and they get rubbery.”

“Wow. I’m guessing you didn’t learn that in the Marines.”

I shook my head. “Food Network.”

“Well, now that we have food, serious topic: What do I do about the fact that someone broke into my house without a trace last night?”

“Two things. First, I’m staying at your place for the time being.”

She picked up her coffee. “Wow, you get in my pants once and you think we’re shacking up? Bold move, Ellis.”

“Don’t you have eight guest rooms?”

“Six. But I hear the master suite is getting a brand-new mattress. It might be more comfortable for you.”