The Mogul and the Muscle: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(62)

“Are you kidding?” He tightened his hand over my mouth again and drew my head back, baring my neck. “You want to get fucked in this closet, I’ll fuck the shit out of you right here.”

Oh my god yes please.

“No condom,” he whispered and loosened his hand so I could talk again.

“Baby, I’m as clean as a fucking virgin.”

“Fuck, Cameron,” he growled. “Put your hands on the door frame.”

I happily complied, leaning forward to brace myself, and spread my legs wider. He pushed my dress up over my backside, grabbed my thong, and tore it two with his bare hands.

Holy shit. I was so turned on I thought I might die.

The sound of his zipper and the shift of fabric as he pulled out his cock in the dark was insanely erotic. He ran his fingers up and down my slit, then I felt the head of his cock do the same.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, then grabbed my hips and slid inside.

His command was almost impossible to obey. His thick length stretched me open, giving me the intense pressure I desperately craved. He moved in and out a few times, as if testing our positioning. Then he started a slow but determined rhythm.

Hard thrust in. Slow slide out. I held onto the door frame, arching my back, and let him have me. He drove into me, his hands gripping me tight, fingers digging into my hips. Neither of us was going to last long. My inner walls already trembled with ready-to-explode tension and his cock seemed to thicken, pressing against my walls even as it dragged through my wetness.

His barely controlled cadence made the pressure between my legs intensify. He grunted softly behind me, a low noise in his throat with every thrust. I arched harder, pressing into him, trying to take him deeper.

I wanted more.

I wanted all of him.

Suddenly he stopped, his hands still gripping me tight, his thick cock buried to the hilt. I froze, scarcely daring to breathe. At first, I didn’t hear a sound. Just the blood pounding in my ears as my heart raced. A second later, muffled voices. They grew louder, as did the sound of footsteps.

How had he heard that? Especially while he was…

The voices gradually quieted. Then the distant click of a door.

Jude slid out and thrust into me again—hard. It was all I could do to keep from crying out.

His rhythm was faster now. Aggressive. I held myself in place, feet planted, back arched. He reached around, still fucking me hard, and his fingers found my clit.

Oh holy fuck yes.

With his fingers rubbing my clit and his thick cock driving in and out of me, I was ready to come apart. Almost.

So.

Very.

Close.

“Come,” he whispered.

My body exploded with obedience to his quietly uttered command. My pussy tightened around him, hugging his cock with rhythmic pulses. The orgasm swept through me, making my eyes roll back and my legs shake.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore—and I’d simply collapse onto the floor—he grabbed my hair with one hand, held my hip with the other, and started to come.

He barely pulled out between thrusts, keeping his throbbing cock buried deep. The pressure sent me tumbling over the edge again, my almost-finished orgasm ramping up to new heights. He yanked on my hair as he unloaded into me—I’d never let anyone do that before—and the thrill of his aggression made me come even harder.

Eventually, he stopped, letting his cock slide out. I straightened and he loosened his grip on my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp while he wrapped his other arm around my waist, and I sagged against him.

He gently kissed my neck. I closed my eyes, catching my breath. Jude had just fucked me senseless in a closet and I’d never felt so alive.

We fixed our clothes as best we could in the small, dark space. My panties were ruined, my inner thighs wet, but I was too euphoric to care. Jude listened at the door for a moment, then we slipped out into the empty hallway.

He winked at me while he tucked my ripped panties into the inside pocket of his jacket.

“It’s obvious on me, isn’t it?” I asked, checking my dress to make sure it was all where it was supposed to be.

One corner of his mouth hooked in a grin. He ran his fingers through my hair and smoothed down the back. “Little bit.”

There wasn’t much I could do about it here. He placed a soft kiss on my lips, then took my hand and led me back to the stairwell. And despite everything else, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this good.





26





Jude





The sheets stirred, sliding across my chest. I was awake in an instant, but it was just Cameron turning over in her sleep. The sky outside was still dark and I could just make out the curve of her body. Her soft hair falling across the pillow.

I ran my hand down her hip and over her fantastic ass. She stirred, making a sweet sound in her throat. The alarm would go off soon, but I hooked my arm around her waist and hauled her closer. Felt her warm body relax against me, her ass nuzzling against my groin.

That was really waking me up.

Life had taken some unexpected turns since the day Derek had asked me to do a favor for Emily’s friend. I’d been set on retiring. Never taking another security job. But thank fuck he’d talked me into it.

I was going to get to the bottom of everything—it was my job and failure wasn’t an option—but an unsettling thought lingered in the background. What came next?