The Mogul and the Muscle (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Claire Kingsley

“How are we feeling about butt stuff lately?” I gasped. The one thing in the world that could distract me from my current emotional turmoil was the second reason my friends and I loved coming to Mordecai’s. The first was, of course, the best drag queens in the business, coupled with a fabulous bloody Mary and great brunch menu. The second was seated in the booth next to us. Our weird obsession. The romance novelists.

“Thank you for the apology. I still think you’re an asshole and my biggest regret is that it took me too long to realize it.” I took a step closer and lowered my voice. “I hope every time you sleep with another woman, you think of me, and wonder if right at that very moment, Jude is fucking me senseless with his enormous cock. And I can assure you, I will never, ever be thinking of you.”