The Mogul and the Muscle (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Claire Kingsley

His square jaw with its careless bit of stubble was stupidly distracting.

I could already tell Cameron Whitbury was going to be an enormous pain in my ass. But I’d always been a bit of a masochist.

I couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened. I’d been terrified, and Jude’s presence had made me feel safe.

His expression hardly changed, but there was a hint of fuckery in his eyes.

This wasn’t enough. I wanted to climb him like a tree.

“I should have known he was evil. He waxes his chest, Jude. He’s neither a model nor a swimmer. Why would he wax his chest?”

I really loved those weirdos.

The closet was crazy and maybe even stupid, but fuck it, I wanted to get crazy and stupid with Jude.

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

There were other people who could protect her. But there wasn’t anyone else who was going to love her. Not like I did. Because holy shit, I loved her like fucking crazy.

I didn’t just need him. I loved him. Oh my god, I loved that big, gigantic, mysterious, infuriating, gentle, amazing man. I loved him so much, I almost couldn’t breathe.

Look at you. You’re like a tattooed Greek god.”

“You’re a little scary when you want to be.” “Only when necessary.”