The Mogul and the Muscle (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Claire Kingsley

But I didn’t want to handle things myself. Not tonight. I wanted to take off the mantle of high-powered CEO. Woman in a man’s world. Badass engineer and literal rocket scientist who could do anything. Face anything. Be anything.

As sweet as it was, I didn’t want tea. I wanted this man’s arms around me, cocooning me in safety. I wanted to feel like I didn’t have to be brave for a few hours. I wanted to let him be my courage. My protection. My shield.

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.

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.

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.

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.

This was good. It felt right. And a twinge of fear took root in the pit of my stomach. The fear of losing her.

But this fear was different. Deeper.