Wild Open Hearts (Bluewater Billionaires) - Kathryn Nolan Page 0,90

so much space in this room; I was transfixed by it. I was glowing. He caught my look, responded with his own. In two large strides, he was right in front of me. I blinked then I was being lifted in the air and deposited on the island.

Beck stepped between my legs. Reached up and undid the tie in my hair.

I loved this little obsession he had.

“I didn’t come over here for a… a booty call,” he said. “I don’t want you to think that.”

“What if that’s what I want though?” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He inhaled my hair, roamed his teeth along my throat.

“I haven’t seen your bedroom, Luna,” he whispered, tone dark and delicious.

“Allow me to show you, sir,” I said.

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Beck

“I should Instagram this,” Luna said, popping an entire cookie into her mouth. She was wearing my shirt and sitting next to me in her gigantic bed—white curtains, white bedding, green plants and a fountain in the corner. It was like laying in a cloud.

“Cookies that delicious, huh?” I asked, head leaned back on my arm.

“I meant this.” She pointed at my cock, still half-hard.

I grinned, covering it up with my hand.

“Don’t hide it,” she squealed. She grabbed another cookie, handed it to me. “But in all seriousness, you did good, Mr. Mason.” She had a bit of chocolate on her lip—I leaned in, licked it off, kissed her cheek.

She was flushing when I leaned back. “I didn’t think you were such a romantic, to be honest. A romantic and a fuck machine.”

“Fuck machine,” I repeated dryly.

“Very much so.” She bit her lip. “I like it.”

I fisted my hand into her shirt. Tugged her all the way until our mouths met again. “Weren’t you the woman who just held me down while you sat on my face?”

Another flush, a graceful lift of her brow. “Vegan goddesses can be fuck machines too.”

I nipped at her jaw, reluctantly letting her go. After Luna had lowered herself over my face, I was lost in lust for hours, devouring her through orgasm after orgasm before flipping her over and taking her hard. But she wasn’t wrong about the romance either—like our ocean sex, everything intense was followed with sweetness.

I stroked her bare ankle with my thumb. “You haven’t posted that picture of us from our date on your page.”

“Spying on me?” she asked.

“The staff at Lucky Dog is obsessed with you,” I hedged. “And maybe.”

“Which date though?”

“Our first one.”

“Beers at Dean’s?”

I shook my head. “Burgers.”

She tapped her chin. “We’ve had a lot of dates. One might even say we’re dating.”

“One might.”

She picked up her phone, found the photo in question. “You mean this one, right?” There it was: Luna laughing as I kissed her cheek. “One might even say,” I said, gathering my courage, “that you’re my girlfriend.”

She couldn’t contain her excitement. “Does that make you my boyfriend?”

“If a forty-year-old man can be someone’s boyfriend,” I said, attempting a shrug.

“Oh, he can,” she replied. She typed away on her phone. Chewed on her lip. Bounced her knees a little. Flipped her phone around to show what she’d just created.

There we were, available to be judged, loved and hated by Luna’s twelve million followers. Her caption read, “Boyfriend and girlfriend.”

I cleared my throat. “I like it,” I said, voice rough. “Jasmine might not.”

“I am publicly declaring my relationship with the executive director of the nonprofit I’m helping—” she started.

“—a man from Miami’s most hated crime family—”

“—and a woman the city of Miami currently believes clubs seals in her spare time to make lipstick,” she finished.

My lips twitched. “What a pair we make.”

“I think Jasmine might call this a public relations nightmare.”

“And what do you call it?” I asked. This felt like trust to me. This felt like… like…

“The real me,” she said.

Real.

I swallowed my sigh of relief.

She lay down, placing her head on my chest. My fingers immediately went to her scalp, scratching as she purred.

“I like this you,” I said.

“I like this me too.”

Long minutes went by before she spoke again. “Can I ask you an intimate question? And please know you absolutely do not need to answer it.”

I stiffened. She felt it, sitting up. She waited, as patiently as she waited for Penelope to eat from her hand.

“Yes, you can,” I said. I still felt at odds with her extreme wealth, the casual money so fucking obvious everywhere I looked when I’d walked through her doors. I was honest when I told her I was trying to feel