The Mogul and the Muscle: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(88)

“Stop. Stop,” she panted, finally. “Oh god, stop. I can’t.”

I planted a soft kiss on her clit and slid my fingers out. She leaned her head back, breathing hard, her arms stretched out on the sheets.

Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I let her catch her breath. Then I climbed on top of her, settling between her legs.

She ran her hands up my chest and around the back of my neck. Kissing her deeply, I slid my cock inside, groaning into her mouth. She felt so good. Every single fucking time. I’d never get enough of this woman.

I pumped my hips, driving into her. Kissed her soft lips. Delved into her mouth with my tongue. Pressure built fast and I lost myself in the feel of her. So good. So perfect.

I’d never felt this way about anyone before. Never shared such a deep and powerful connection. Loving her—being open enough to love anyone—was a risk. But she was worth it. I’d risk anything to be with her.

I growled with every thrust, my muscles flexing, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Rolling to the side, I flipped us over. She braced herself with her hands on my chest and rode my cock hard—hips tilting, her hair falling around her shoulders.

She leaned down, still rolling her hips, and brushed her nipples across my chest while she rode up and down. I loved it when she did that. It was sexy as hell.

My cock was rock solid inside her, aching for release. She moved faster and I held her hips, driving in and out, grunting in a steady rhythm.

Her pussy clenched and she started to come again. That was all it took to make me come undone. I groaned as my cock pulsed, finding sweet release inside her. Riding the waves of pleasure as they crashed through us both.

When she finished, she collapsed on top of me, her pussy still twitching with the aftereffects of her second orgasm. I caressed her soft skin, breathing her in. Enjoying everything about this moment.

God, I wanted to love her forever.

“I’m going to marry you,” I said. “You know that, right?”

She picked herself up and brushed her hair out of her face. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Promise.” I cupped her cheek and brought her mouth to mine for a deep kiss. “I guess this isn’t exactly a grand display, but Cameron, I know what I want. And I don’t have any reason to wait. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The playfulness left her expression and her mouth softened. “Are you really proposing?”

“If you want me to wait until I have a ring and—”

“No,” she said, cutting me off. “Don’t wait.”

“All right.” I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Cameron Whitbury, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Jude Ellis.”

I rolled her onto her back and propped myself up over her. Looked into her beautiful green eyes, then leaned in for a kiss. Tasted her soft lips.

“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to wait.” She sniffed a little and swiped beneath her eyes.

“Me too.”

“We should celebrate,” she said, rolling toward the edge of the bed.

Reluctantly, I let her get up. She slipped on a satiny robe and tied it at the waist. Something on the bedside table caught her attention. Tilting her head, she picked up an envelope.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Inda left me a note. She said this was delivered today and it looked important, so she brought it up here to make sure I’d see it.”

She set the note down, opened the envelope, and pulled out what looked like a letter.

“Oh my god,” she said, her eyes tracking the text. “It’s from Milton Spencer’s legal team. Confirmation of our buyout agreement, and he’s giving me the option of accelerating the timeline.”

“That’s great news.”

“It’s amazing news. It means I can buy him out now. But…” She trailed off as she kept reading.

I waited for a moment while she read.

She sucked in a breath and her eyelids fluttered.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” she said, almost breathless. She touched her lips, her eyes still on the letter. “I can’t believe this.”

“What?”

“Milton amended his will. He’s leaving all his assets to the Thomas and Dorothia Whitbury Charitable Foundation.”

I sat up in bed, leaning on my forearm. “Cameron. Holy shit.”

“I know. This is… I don’t even know what to say. There’s a provision to begin distributions now, once a year until he passes. After that, the balance will be donated.” She looked up at me with tearful eyes. “Jude, this is unbelievable. It’s so much money.”

“That’s incredible. Did you have any idea he’d do this?”

“Not a clue. He never said anything that even hinted he might donate his wealth to charity.”

“Maybe he’s trying to make up for Bobby.”

She laughed. “Think of all the things we can do. Scholarship funds and desalinization plants to provide fresh water. Food distribution programs and domestic violence shelters. Education initiatives. Have you heard of that guy who invented a vessel that cleans plastic out of the ocean?”

“I don’t know, maybe?”