Wild Open Hearts (Bluewater Billionaires) - Kathryn Nolan Page 0,74

dipped her finger in the chocolate. “Beck Mason. Vegan chef.”

I lifted a shoulder. “I’m a man of many talents.”

She smirked. “I had an idea this morning that I think Jem can help me with. I’m still totally down to keep using my platform to raise money for Lucky Dog. But I think the right thing to do is help Lucky Dog create its own platform. Just to keep things, you know, on the up and up.”

Luna caught my eye. “Things are changing and I want to ensure Lucky Dog is ready for success, regardless of what people might say. The real benefit of me being here is raising awareness and having a digital footprint that captures that.”

“You’re sure about that?” I asked, one eyebrow raised. One last burst of stubborn privacy appeared. But then I thought about stories like Jimmy’s. True stories, stories I could tell.

“It’s 2019, Mr. Mason,” she said. “Time to toss those rotary phones and enter the twenty-first century.”

“Okay,” I said.

Wes and Jem’s heads whipped my way.

“What? It’s so strange I’m saying okay to this?”

“When will the plague of locusts get here?” Jem asked, tapping her chin.

“And I think Jem should run it,” Luna finished.

“Me?” Jem asked.

“Yeah, you,” Luna said, nudging her hip.

“What if we interviewed Jimmy about why he’s adopting Betty and Veronica?” I suggested.

Luna’s eyes widened. “That’s a great idea.”

“And I’ll be in it,” I said, pausing to spread chocolate across the pan of bars.

“It’s locusts before the four horsemen, right?” Jem said behind me.

“Smart-ass,” I said, chuckling. “Whether we wanted it or not, Luna coming here has both exploded Lucky Dog and brought back all of the shit about my parents and the MC. I don’t have any excuses left, do I? I have to be who I am and fuck anyone else.”

Luna crossed her arms across her chest and gave me a lazy, pleasing perusal. “Funny. I was having this same conversation with my best friends this morning.”

We shared a smile.

“Listen,” I said. “You should know that Jimmy used to be a member of the Devils but not anymore. It’s a strange coincidence. That okay?”

“Absolutely. You feel nervous about being on camera?”

“Absolutely,” I repeated. My gut was already churning. “I want Jem to set all of this up but I want this video to be on your page too. All of those followers should see this, right? If we want to have the best impact?”

Luna’s face looked kind. She touched my arm lightly. “Spoken like a true executive director. And you’re exactly right. It will have the best impact.”

I ducked my head—but not before catching her secret smile at me.

“When will Jimmy be here?” she asked.

“Fifteen minutes. Hey, can I see you in my office for a minute? There’s a financial report I thought you could help me with.”

“Always,” she said. “After you, boss.”

I placed my hand low on Luna’s back and led her from the wandering eyes of my employees, who, I was sure, already knew that we were… dating? Was that what we were now? She waved to Elián, who was working with Beatrix. Blew a kiss at Penelope. Swung her hips as she walked into my office.

I had her up against the door as soon as I’d shut it. A second later I was lifting her up. I pinned her to the wall with my hips as my hands landed on either side of her face. The layers of her skirt fell away. Her bare legs wrapped around my body.

“Beck,” she purred, “did you really bake me dessert?”

“To say thank you,” I said. “For our date.”

“You should kiss me now,” she demanded.

Her full lips opened for me immediately. Our kiss last night had shown me that Luna and I were made for this.

We fit.

There was no hesitation, only a deep connection. This kiss was everything I’d dreamed of since I’d left her last night. Our mouths ravaged each other. My hips rocked, cock grinding against her pussy. Our breathing became ragged. Pants. Moans. Whimpers. It was zero to sixty with this woman and if I wasn’t careful I was going to be fucking her through this door with the eleven minutes we had left before my interview.

“Luna, I can’t stop thinking about you,” I growled, mouth in her hair, her throat, teeth on her ear, hands, fingers, everywhere roaming, stroking. My hips thrust urgently between her legs and she was already trembling. “That’s probably not professional or makes things complicated or fucks up your reputation or—” I was babbling, and