Page 66 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

I think it may be hope.

I think I just got a look into Frankie’s heart and soul and it’s bringing me back into the land of the living.She’s making me feel like I’ve got a shot at more than surviving.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt anything like it.

I pull her tighter against me.I swear I’ll keep this tough-talking woman safe.Sure, I heard her when she told me that she can take care of herself, that she’s been doing it a long time.

I can see that’s the case.

But I also see how much she enjoys being taken care of.The little things surprise her.Delight her.Which is perfect, since I plan to send her a steady stream of little and big things to surprise and delight her.On the regular.

If she’ll let me.

She has no way of knowing this, not yet anyway, but it’s who I am.How I was raised.

I was raised to take care of those who’re important to me.

And I already know that the beautiful, mysterious Frankie is important to me.

I want to be there for her, protect her, and lighten her load.And she’s definitely struggling under the heavy weight of her terrible secret.Whatever it is, I’m ready to tackle it head-on.I’ll do anything to make her happy.

My SEAL training comes in handy as I slowly and carefully untangle myself from Frankie without waking her.I cover her shoulders with the flannel sheets and down blanket and get the fire going again so that I can start breakfast.The whole time I’m focused on not making a sound.

As I’m collecting everything I need from the cooler and storage bins, Pussy’s head pops out of the blanket.She blinks at me.

“Mrrp?”

It’s all I can do not to laugh.I had no idea that cats are so chatty.I swear I’m starting to understand her.I guess now I’ll be finding out what the barn cats have been saying about me behind my back all these years.

Probably the same thing everyone else has been saying.

That’s just Special K MacLaine.Don’t take it personally.He’s an oddball outlier.Can’t string two words together to save his soul.Give him his space and leave him be.

I start the coffee and get dressed.Once the skillet is sizzling hot, I cover the cast iron surface with thick slices of Yosemite Ranch bacon.I break six eggs into a bowl.I’ve never made eggs for Boots, of course, so I’m only guessing how many she’ll eat.One or two, probably.The rest are for me.

Eventually, I take the coffee pot off the fire and flip the bacon.That’s when I hear the rustle of the bed covers.I prepare myself for what I’m about to see.This is it—I’m about to get my first peek at Boots waking up in my bed after a long night of expert fucking.

“What smells so damn great?”Her voice is soft and husky.She sounds like a well-fucked woman, which is exactly what she is.I should know.

I’m already grinning when I peer over my shoulder.

Yep.

I was right.

I swallow hard as Boots sits up, stretches her arms overhead, and allows the blanket to slip down her torso to puddle in her lap.She’s got rosy cheeks and tousled hair, and her striking blue eyes are heavy-lidded.Her lips are swollen from hours of kissing and sucking.And those luscious, rounded breasts of hers—with their bubblegum pink nipples—jut from her slender frame.

Her ribs are visible as she reaches toward the ceiling.I see the muscles of her flat abdomen ripple.And the swell of her hip peeks out from the comforter.

And it’s all I can do not to toss the pan aside and fuck her again.

She turns her head to look my way, eyes narrowed.Then her lips curl in a seductive smile.“What’s for breakfast, cowboy?”

“Coffee.Egg and bacon sandwiches.And my big dick.”

“Sounds delish,” she breathes.

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