The Mogul and the Muscle (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Claire Kingsley

There was a hint of pain buried in her flippant tone. It made a coal of anger flare hot in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t like the idea of someone hurting her.

Jude: I keep my schedule clear when I have a client. Me: That sounds like a pain. No wonder you keep trying to retire. Jude: The hours are terrible. Okay, maybe a little bit funny.

Me: I’m leaving the enclave and could use a big guy who doesn’t talk much to follow me around. Know anyone? Jude: I have a guy for that. He’s good. Okay fine, he was funny.

I read deliciously unrealistic motorcycle club romances.

Cameron Whitbury was getting under my skin. I couldn’t let that happen. But those fucking red heels. Watching her try on shoes had been one thing. Her long legs were amazing. But when she’d put on those sexy red shoes, I’d seen the slightest change in her. Her hips had swayed, and she’d slid her hands down her thighs while she checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. Confident. Gorgeous. Mine.

breath.

breaths? breathing?

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

I asked for a glass of Salishan Cellars white wine and she brought it a few minutes later.

I stared at him for a long moment. “Who are you?” “No one of consequence.”

“No one of consequence.”

YAY!

Relief crashed through me, so potent I was almost euphoric. “I knew you’d come.” He cut through the rope binding my left ankle and looked up, meeting my eyes. “I’ll always come for you.”

YAY again!

That was the second time he’d quoted The Princess Bride perfectly in conversation—this time in the middle of a crisis—and a voice in my head screamed, Marry him and have all his babies! Oh hell yes. I was going to.

Daisy had smuggled in bubbles—her maternal side was so adorable—and

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