The Mogul and the Muscle - Claire Kingsley Page 0,102
I groaned as my cock pulsed, finding sweet release inside her. Riding the waves of pleasure as they crashed through us both.
When she finished, she collapsed on top of me, her pussy still twitching with the aftereffects of her second orgasm. I caressed her soft skin, breathing her in. Enjoying everything about this moment.
God, I wanted to love her forever.
“I’m going to marry you,” I said. “You know that, right?”
She picked herself up and brushed her hair out of her face. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Promise.” I cupped her cheek and brought her mouth to mine for a deep kiss. “I guess this isn’t exactly a grand display, but Cameron, I know what I want. And I don’t have any reason to wait. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
The playfulness left her expression and her mouth softened. “Are you really proposing?”
“If you want me to wait until I have a ring and—”
“No,” she said, cutting me off. “Don’t wait.”
“All right.” I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Cameron Whitbury, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Jude Ellis.”
I rolled her onto her back and propped myself up over her. Looked into her beautiful green eyes, then leaned in for a kiss. Tasted her soft lips.
“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to wait.” She sniffed a little and swiped beneath her eyes.
“Me too.”
“We should celebrate,” she said, rolling toward the edge of the bed.
Reluctantly, I let her get up. She slipped on a satiny robe and tied it at the waist. Something on the bedside table caught her attention. Tilting her head, she picked up an envelope.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Inda left me a note. She said this was delivered today and it looked important, so she brought it up here to make sure I’d see it.”
She set the note down, opened the envelope, and pulled out what looked like a letter.
“Oh my god,” she said, her eyes tracking the text. “It’s from Milton Spencer’s legal team. Confirmation of our buyout agreement, and he’s giving me the option of accelerating the timeline.”
“That’s great news.”
“It’s amazing news. It means I can buy him out now. But…” She trailed off as she kept reading.
I waited for a moment while she read.
She sucked in a breath and her eyelids fluttered.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” she said, almost breathless. She touched her lips, her eyes still on the letter. “I can’t believe this.”
“What?”
“Milton amended his will. He’s leaving all his assets to the Thomas and Dorothia Whitbury Charitable Foundation.”
I sat up in bed, leaning on my forearm. “Cameron. Holy shit.”
“I know. This is… I don’t even know what to say. There’s a provision to begin distributions now, once a year until he passes. After that, the balance will be donated.” She looked up at me with tearful eyes. “Jude, this is unbelievable. It’s so much money.”
“That’s incredible. Did you have any idea he’d do this?”
“Not a clue. He never said anything that even hinted he might donate his wealth to charity.”
“Maybe he’s trying to make up for Bobby.”
She laughed. “Think of all the things we can do. Scholarship funds and desalinization plants to provide fresh water. Food distribution programs and domestic violence shelters. Education initiatives. Have you heard of that guy who invented a vessel that cleans plastic out of the ocean?”
“I don’t know, maybe?”
“The technology is genius. I’ll get him to build a hundred of them. Oh my god, Jude, I’m going to have to hire so many people to help me give all this money away.”
“Come here.”
She dropped the letter and dove at me. I wrapped my arms around her, hauling her on top of me. Holding her tight.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, beautiful,” I said.
This woman. I was so proud of her. So in love with her. She was smart and sarcastic and stubborn and driven and so fucking incredible. I’d never really know how I got to be the lucky man who got to share his life with her. But I was. And I was going to spend the rest of my life by her side. Protecting her. Keeping her safe. Supporting her. And loving her with everything I had.
Epilogue
Cameron
The Ritz-Carlton ballroom was gorgeous—and packed with people. I’d briefly considered a beach wedding and small reception, but it had quickly become clear that Jude and I were either going to run off somewhere and elope—also something I’d briefly considered—or we were going to have a zillion