The Mogul and the Muscle (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Claire Kingsley

when my date had asked me about places I’d traveled, and I’d casually mentioned there were four or five countries where I was no longer welcome.

Yes, I was alone. But I was accustomed to it. It was what I knew. And I wasn’t sure if I could trust someone deeply enough to let them in.

if this was all an elaborate ploy to get in my pants, I’d have to give you points for creativity.” “If this was an elaborate ploy to get in your pants, I’d already be in them.”

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.

“Have fun, Cameron. Make good choices.”

I say make good choices all the time!

He’d been adorable with those kids, revealing a side I wouldn’t have guessed existed. It made me want to dig deeper—get to know him better. And it was that very impulse that stilled me into silence. That and the fact that I had an insane urge to offer to have his babies.

“There’s only one way to solve this.” “What’s that?” “I need to see your dick.” Right as those words left her mouth, Nicholas opened the door from the terrace. Without missing a beat he said, “I’ll come back,” and left again.

“How do you know Russian?” “Mostly YouTube.” I stared at him for a long moment. “Who are you?” “No one of consequence.”