The Mogul and the Muscle: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy

by Kingsley, Claire

  With his eyes still on me, he let go of the tea kettle and crossed the distance between us. He slipped his hands around my waist, hauling me against him. He was so tall, I had to look up. Without a word, he tilted his face and brought his mouth to mine.

  The sensation of his kiss exploded through me. Rising up on my toes and pressing myself against him, I threw my arms around his neck. He delved his tongue into my mouth, deep and demanding, and slid his hands up my back beneath the t-shirt, spreading heat across my skin.

  His solid—and oh my god, so thick—erection pressed against my belly. I rubbed myself against him and he groaned into my mouth.

  God, it felt good to be kissed like this. With heat and passion. With strong arms surrounding me. With velvety tongues sliding against each other, urgency flowing through us both, making us frantic. Hot. Desperate.

  This wasn’t enough. I wanted to climb him like a tree. Feel his solid length between my legs. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He caught me with his hands cupping my ass and groaned again.

  “Bed?” he asked, our lips barely disconnecting.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I breathed again, then went back to attacking his mouth with mine.

  I never did this. Not without careful consideration and planning. I hadn’t exactly been free with my sexuality before I’d become the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar corporation. And now that I was, my body was on lockdown. No flings. Nothing casual. Ever. My ex was the only man I’d been with in the last several years, and we’d both signed a non-disclosure agreement before we’d slept together for the first time.

  But I didn’t want a contract with Jude. I wanted him like this—dangerous and raw. Unplanned and untamed.

  And I wanted him now.

  20

  Jude

  Cameron’s long limbs were wrapped around me, her magnificent ass in my hands. A torrent of sexual tension was unleashing between us. We weren’t naked yet, but we were both stripped bare, casting off the masks of professionalism. Giving in to a healthy dose of pent-up lust.

  With our mouths still crashing together, I carried her across the loft to my bed. I laid her down and climbed on top of her, reluctant to break contact. She kissed me hungrily, like she was as starved for this as I was.

  Hell, maybe she was.

  In the back of my mind, I knew this might be a huge mistake. Once we crossed this line, there was no going back. Not for me. Not with her. She’d already gotten deep under my skin, and if we crashed and burned, it was going to fucking hurt.

  But nothing risked, nothing gained. And I was no stranger to a high-stakes gamble.

  Pressing my erection between her legs, I felt her heat even through our clothes. My dick was hard as steel, ready to fire off like one of Cameron’s rockets, especially with the way she rolled her hips to grind against me.

  I lifted up, my groin still firmly pressed against hers. Her gorgeous copper-red hair fanned out across my bed and her green eyes were half-closed. She was killing me in my old Marine Corps t-shirt. It rode up her belly and draped tantalizingly over her tits, her nipples teasing me through the fabric.

  “You are so fucking sexy,” I growled.

  She ran her hands up my chest and fisted my shirt. “Can I take this off?”

  Something about the way she said that—asking for permission—made my blood run hot. How often did Cameron Whitbury ask for permission to do anything?

  I thrust my erection against her, earning me a satisfying moan. “You can take it off.”

  Reaching behind me, I yanked on the back of my t-shirt to help her strip it off. She pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, then ran her hands through the dusting of hair on my chest.

  The hem of the t-shirt was playing peek-a-boo with the bottoms of her tits. I splayed my hand across her rib cage and slid my hand beneath the fabric. Ran my thumb across her hard peak. She shuddered and bucked her hips against me.

  “Slow down, eager girl.” I traced her nipple.

  Her eyes locked with mine and her hips relaxed. I lifted her shirt and tasted her pink nipple, circling it with my tongue. Her body moved in a gentle writhe beneath me, her eyes falling closed. Her tits were soft, but firm, and I lavished them with attention. With every kiss and suck, I felt her relax even as her breath quickened.

  But my dick was starting to demand attention. I helped her out of my t-shirt and rolled to the side so we could get rid of these annoying layers of clothing. I kicked off my sweats while she pulled off the boxer briefs I’d given her. They certainly hadn’t lasted long.

  But I wanted this more than I had let myself admit. Seeing her sprawled out on my bed was like a fucking dream come true.

  “Condom?” I asked, although I was already reaching for the box I kept in the nightstand.

  Shit, I hoped I still had some. It had been a while.

  “Yeah, and I have an IUD, so we’re covered.”

  Thankfully, I was prepared. She bit her lip, watching me openly while I rolled the condom down over my hard length.

  “On your knees.”

  Her eyes fluttered, like the mere sound of my command did it for her. If she liked being told what to do, there was plenty more where that came from.

  She rolled over, flipping her hair to the side, and got on her knees. I positioned myself behind her and ran my hands over the smooth skin of her insanely hot ass. She looked back at me over her shoulder, biting her lip again.

  “Tell me what you want,” I said.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Yeah?” I caressed her ass with one hand and held my dick with the other, rubbing the tip against her slick folds.

  “Yes,” she murmured. “Please, Jude.”

  Seeing her like this, on her knees and just this side of submissive, made me feel both powerful and protective. It was an exhilarating rush.

  “Baby, I’ll give you everything you need,” I said, my voice low.

  I kept rubbing my cock against her, focusing on her clit. She arched backward, moaning, letting her head drop to the mattress. I desperately wanted to be inside her, but couldn’t help taking my time. Drawing out the agony. She was firmly in my control and I loved it.

  Finally, I lined up the head of my cock with her opening, grabbed her hips, and thrust inside.

  I’d started slow, savoring my first tastes of her body. Now I hit the gas, driving into her hard and deep. My glutes flexed as I thrust my hips, the ecstasy of her pussy surrounding me.

  Her enthusiastic stream of breathy yeses spurred me on. I knew exactly what she needed. I could feel it without her having to say a word. She needed to get fucked. To feel me deep inside her. To release her inhibitions and let someone else be in charge for a while.

  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 g
rowled 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?”

  “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?”<
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  “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.”

  I was trying to stick to business, but she was making it difficult. And making me hard. “Is that an invitation?”

  “It might be. You’re a good cook, but your coffee’s mediocre. I’m still deciding.”

  “I ride a motorcycle. Does that tip the scales in my favor?”

  “God yes,” she said, her eyes rolling back. “I should have known I’d end up sleeping with you the first time I saw you on that thing.”

  “So sleeping arrangements to be determined, but I’m not leaving you alone there. Second, I’m going to figure out how someone got in. I need to talk to everyone who has a code.”

  “You think it was an inside job?”

  “I know you don’t want to think someone you trust enough to have access to your home would do this to you, but the fact is, whoever it was didn’t break in. That means they were either let in, or they had the code to unlock your door and disable the alarm.”