The Mogul and the Muscle by Claire Kingsley

Author:Claire Kingsley [Kingsley, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Goodreads: 46019914
Publisher: Always Have, LLC
Published: 2019-10-11T00:00:00+00:00

20

Jude

Cameron’s long limbs were wrapped around me, her magnificent ass in my hands. A torrent of sexual tension was unleashing between us. We weren’t naked yet, but we were both stripped bare, casting off the masks of professionalism. Giving in to a healthy dose of pent-up lust.

With our mouths still crashing together, I carried her across the loft to my bed. I laid her down and climbed on top of her, reluctant to break contact. She kissed me hungrily, like she was as starved for this as I was.

Hell, maybe she was.

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.

Pressing my erection between her legs, I felt her heat even through our clothes. My dick was hard as steel, ready to fire off like one of Cameron’s rockets, especially with the way she rolled her hips to grind against me.

I lifted up, my groin still firmly pressed against hers. Her gorgeous copper-red hair fanned out across my bed and her green eyes were half-closed. She was killing me in my old Marine Corps t-shirt. It rode up her belly and draped tantalizingly over her tits, her nipples teasing me through the fabric.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I growled.

She ran her hands up my chest and fisted my shirt. “Can I take this off?”

Something about the way she said that—asking for permission—made my blood run hot. How often did Cameron Whitbury ask for permission to do anything?

I thrust my erection against her, earning me a satisfying moan. “You can take it off.”

Reaching behind me, I yanked on the back of my t-shirt to help her strip it off. She pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, then ran her hands through the dusting of hair on my chest.

The hem of the t-shirt was playing peek-a-boo with the bottoms of her tits. I splayed my hand across her rib cage and slid my hand beneath the fabric. Ran my thumb across her hard peak. She shuddered and bucked her hips against me.

“Slow down, eager girl.” I traced her nipple.

Her eyes locked with mine and her hips relaxed. I lifted her shirt and tasted her pink nipple, circling it with my tongue. Her body moved in a gentle writhe beneath me, her eyes falling closed. Her tits were soft, but firm, and I lavished them with attention. With every kiss and suck, I felt her relax even as her breath quickened.

But my dick was starting to demand attention. I helped her out of my t-shirt and rolled to the side so we could get rid of these annoying layers of clothing. I kicked off my sweats while she pulled off the boxer briefs I’d given her. They certainly hadn’t lasted long.

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