The Mogul and the Muscle - Claire Kingsley Page 0,100
modeling. Specifically for a book cover. A romance novel. You’re absolutely exquisite and you look exactly like a romance hero and I can already picture the cover and it would be stunning. And I mean no disrespect.” She glanced at me and held up her left hand, flashing her wedding ring. “I’m not hitting on him. I’m super married. High school sweethearts. I know, we’re so cheesy.”
I tucked my arm in Jude’s. “Actually, he’s my bodyguard.”
Her eyelashes fluttered, her lips parted, and she made a little noise that sounded like a cross between a soft laugh and a moan. “Bodyguard. Oh my god. I just had the most amazing idea. Holy inspiration.” She dug in the pocket of her cropped jeans and shoved a business card at Jude. “That’s my card. If you’re interested, email me. I have to go. All the ideas. Must type before I forget.”
Jude looked at her card while I watched her go back to their booth, feeling a little awed.
“Oh my god, Jude, is she going to write a bodyguard romance?” I breathed. “I love that idea.”
He held her card out to me. “Maybe you should email her. Tell her what happened to you. It might give her more inspiration.”
I took the card and glanced back at her table. Maybe I’d do just that.
37
Jude
I stood in the doorway of the spacious master bathroom while Cameron slipped off her heels. Casually crossing my arms, I leaned against the frame, admiring her. Long legs. Narrow waist. The curve of her ass. She unpinned her coppery red hair and shook it out.
“Sense a security threat?” she asked, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“There’s definitely a threat. A persistent one.”
“Sounds serious. If only I had a big, strong bodyguard to protect me.”
I wasn’t exactly Cameron’s bodyguard anymore. Not always, at least. I’d put a security team in place so she had protection when it was required. She no longer needed someone shadowing her every move, especially at Spencer headquarters. But she’d agreed that she needed a more robust personal security strategy now.
Often, it was still me.
I coordinated with both the Spencer Aeronautics security team and the guys in Bluewater. Hired a couple of guys I trusted to be on hand for when we needed a little extra muscle. I was confident she was in good hands, whether she was kicking ass in the boardroom, catching up with her R&D team at Spencer’s airfield and test facilities, or attending a black-tie gala at a hotel downtown.
As for Jude Ellis, one-man security operation and professional problem solver, he was finally retired. But I’d reached out to an old contact from my days in the CIA. Turned out, he was having a bit of trouble adjusting to life as a civilian. I knew what that was like. He decided a move to Miami and all the referral business he could handle was the perfect solution.
What could I say? I was a problem solver.
“I should probably take a closer look,” I said, taking slow steps into the bathroom. “Just to be sure.”
Approaching her from behind, I swept her hair aside and leaned in to kiss her neck. She sighed at my touch and I rubbed her upper arms, moving in closer. Her back arched against me as I nibbled and kissed her skin.
“Uh oh,” she said, pressing her ass against my erection. “He’s packing heat.”
“Do exactly as I say, and nobody gets hurt,” I growled into her ear.
Sliding my hand through her hair, I gripped it in a tight fist and tilted her head to bare more of her neck to me. Sucked on her soft skin.
“All right, beautiful,” I said, my voice low. “Take your fucking clothes off.”
She hesitated. Our eyes met in the mirror, hers flashing with challenge, her lips turning in a hint of a smile.
I reached down and started slowly drawing the hem of her skirt up her thigh. “What did I say? Take your clothes off.”
“Make me.”
A low growl rumbled in my throat. I let go of her hair, grabbed her skirt, and hiked it up her legs to her waist. Planting my hand on her upper back, I pushed her forward over the counter to bend her over.
“You still want to be a bad girl, Cameron?”
Our eyes met in the mirror again. She bit her lip and nodded.
God, that fucking thong. I tucked my fingers beneath the slim strip of fabric and slowly slid it over the