The Mogul and the Muscle: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(87)

“Sense a security threat?” she asked, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“There’s definitely a threat. A persistent one.”

“Sounds serious. If only I had a big, strong bodyguard to protect me.”

I wasn’t exactly Cameron’s bodyguard anymore. Not always, at least. I’d put a security team in place so she had protection when it was required. She no longer needed someone shadowing her every move, especially at Spencer headquarters. But she’d agreed that she needed a more robust personal security strategy now.

Often, it was still me.

I coordinated with both the Spencer Aeronautics security team and the guys in Bluewater. Hired a couple of guys I trusted to be on hand for when we needed a little extra muscle. I was confident she was in good hands, whether she was kicking ass in the boardroom, catching up with her R&D team at Spencer’s airfield and test facilities, or attending a black-tie gala at a hotel downtown.

As for Jude Ellis, one-man security operation and professional problem solver, he was finally retired. But I’d reached out to an old contact from my days in the CIA. Turned out, he was having a bit of trouble adjusting to life as a civilian. I knew what that was like. He decided a move to Miami and all the referral business he could handle was the perfect solution.

What could I say? I was a problem solver.

“I should probably take a closer look,” I said, taking slow steps into the bathroom. “Just to be sure.”

Approaching her from behind, I swept her hair aside and leaned in to kiss her neck. She sighed at my touch and I rubbed her upper arms, moving in closer. Her back arched against me as I nibbled and kissed her skin.

“Uh oh,” she said, pressing her ass against my erection. “He’s packing heat.”

“Do exactly as I say, and nobody gets hurt,” I growled into her ear.

Sliding my hand through her hair, I gripped it in a tight fist and tilted her head to bare more of her neck to me. Sucked on her soft skin.

“All right, beautiful,” I said, my voice low. “Take your fucking clothes off.”

She hesitated. Our eyes met in the mirror, hers flashing with challenge, her lips turning in a hint of a smile.

I reached down and started slowly drawing the hem of her skirt up her thigh. “What did I say? Take your clothes off.”

“Make me.”

A low growl rumbled in my throat. I let go of her hair, grabbed her skirt, and hiked it up her legs to her waist. Planting my hand on her upper back, I pushed her forward over the counter to bend her over.

“You still want to be a bad girl, Cameron?”

Our eyes met in the mirror again. She bit her lip and nodded.

God, that fucking thong. I tucked my fingers beneath the slim strip of fabric and slowly slid it over the curve of her ass.

I pulled it down her legs and kissed my way up the backs of her thighs. Then licked her slit a few times, quick darts of my tongue, enjoying her breathy gasps.

My dick was hard and aching for her. I stood and she watched me in the mirror while I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She arched her back, shifting toward me, her arms braced on the counter.

I pulled my shirt off, one arm at a time. “What do you need, beautiful?”

“You know what I need.”

“I’ll give you what you need when you do what I say. Can you do that?”

She bit her lip again. “Maybe.”

Holy shit, I loved her. That wicked gleam in her green eyes made me crazy.

“Do you want to know what I’m going to do?”

“Yes.”

I let my shirt drop and cupped her ass checks. “I’m going to rip the rest of your clothes off.” I smacked one side with a sharp crack. She gasped. “Then I’m going to pick you up, toss you over my shoulder, haul you to the bed, and lick your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

“You don’t want to fuck me right here?” she asked, arching her back, putting her beautiful pussy temptingly on display.

I smacked her other ass check and she let out a little whimper. “Stand up.”

She slowly straightened. I pulled her skirt back over her ass and unzipped it. She shimmied out of it, letting it fall.

“Buttons,” I ordered.

She took her time unbuttoning her blouse while I watched in the mirror. I pulled it over her shoulders and down her arms.

I was done taking my time. I unclasped her bra and tore it off, then tossed her over my shoulder, smacking her ass cheek again.

She giggled as I dropped her on the bed. I climbed on, pushed her legs open, and went to work on her delicious pussy.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as I mercilessly attacked her clit with my tongue.

I licked her, swirling my tongue around her clit. Made her writhe against the sheets. She tasted so fucking good. I slid a finger inside and her slick walls trembled. Two fingers and she cried out.

I was relentless. Flicking her clit with my tongue while I fingered her. I could feel her heat build, the pressure growing.

“Touch your nipples,” I ordered.

With a groan, she slid her hands over her round tits and pinched her nipples. I almost had her. She dropped her legs open wider, her body moving against the sheets.

I loved making her let go. Making her lose control. In this moment, I owned her body.

But she owned my fucking soul.

She started to come, and I growled against her. She clenched tight around my fingers, coming in my mouth, her rhythmic cries making me insane with lust.