Page 59 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

“Dammit, MacLaine,” I whisper, just before I throw myself in his arms and send him sprawling.

CHAPTER 30

Special K

Yes.

Oh, fuck yes.

She’s on me, her luscious curves and dainty weight pushing me flat to the floor.I feel her—perfect in my hands.Soft but firm, round in all the right places, her mouth opening to me as my fingers slide up the back of my sweater.

My sweater.

My woman.

Fuck yes, she is.

I bring her closer, as close as I can get her.

One of my hands goes to the back of her head and my lips crush up into hers.I want her.I want it all.Everything she’s got and everything she can give me.

I want it, and I plan on taking it.

I roll with her, scoop her up in my arms, and toss her onto the mattress.

“Mrrrrp!”

Pussy bounces off the memory foam and plops down again.She’ll have to suck it up because it’s going down, right now and right here, and it’s going to be epic.Record-breaking.This is going to be some Guinness World Record kind of sex.

I can already tell.

“Take off your clothes,” she whispers into my mouth.“If you don’t fuck me right this minute, I think I’ll die.”

I’m more than happy to oblige, though I have to admit I’m finding it difficult to get my boots off while keeping the kiss going.“Hold on.Be right back.”

I jump up, run to the storage container I dragged inside earlier, and fetch a box of condoms.All the while, I’m ripping off my clothes.Boots.Socks.Jeans and shirt, stumbling around on the floor of the shack.I opened the box, grabbed a condom packet, and ripped it open with my teeth.The foil is in my mouth while I throw the box onto the floor.

And I look down at the bed.

Boots is laughing, her blond hair spread out on the pillow beneath her.She sparkles in the firelight.Her thighs are slightly spread, and the little vee of her panties is exposed.

Her pussy.

I stare.

She keeps laughing.

Oh, so she thinks this is funny?

I open my lips and drop the condom on the pillow next to her, then lower myself.I press my naked body against her, feeling her satisfying shape under me.I prop myself on my elbows and raise my hands to her hair, brushing away the strands so that I can see her pretty face.

All of it.I want to see her.

When she gazes up at me, I detect so many things in her expression that it’s hard to sort them out.Lust, for sure.Surprise, yes.And appreciation.

Boots likes me.She’s not even bothering to hide that fact anymore.So, I decide I won’t either.

“I like you, Frankie.”