The Mogul and the Muscle (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Claire Kingsley

The man was enormous. I was five-nine with a love of high heels, so I was accustomed to looking men in the eye. But Jude? Even from across my office, he’d made me feel small. He had to be six-five, and I couldn’t even guess his weight. He had the widest shoulders I’d ever seen. And those cuffed shirtsleeves and tattoos? Holy arm porn. He looked like he could flex his biceps too hard and burst the seams of his shirt.

I’m married, not dead. I can still enjoy the view.”

If I could be anything, tonight all I wanted was to be held. For someone else to do the heavy lifting.

He placed his fingers beneath my chin and titled my face toward his.

Typo?