Page 71 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

“I know she’s pissed at me,” I answer.

“Rraaoow.”

“I tried.I don’t think she believes me.”

“Rrrpmewrrrrow.”

“Agreed.I’m a total dumbass.”

I hear Frankie giggle, and I spin around to see her staring at the waterfall, ignoring me, though her shoulders are shaking with laughter.

“What?”I ask, gliding closer to her.“Pussy and I vibe.She gets me.What’s wrong with that?”

Frankie can’t hold it in anymore and she snorts, then drops underwater, her laughter rising in bubbles to the surface of the pool.I wait for confirmation that she’s not drowning, relieved when she reappears after a few seconds.

She reaches up to slick the hair off her face, then spins to face me, blinking away the water droplets.I watch in stunned silence as rivulets run down her chest and over the pillowy tops of her breasts, sparkling in the light.

She’s a goddess.A seductress.Too beautiful to be real, and yet here she is.

“Would you mind washing my hair, cowboy?”

We stay like this for a second, just looking at each other.Her irritation has already passed.She’s extending an olive branch, and I’m going to reach out and grab that fucker before she changes her mind.

“I’d love to.”

“Thanks.I’ll wash yours, too.”

“Good.C’mere, Frankie.”

She swims to me and slides her arms up and around my neck.She pulls herself out of the water and leaves a soft kiss on my lips, then pulls back enough that her eyes are locked with mine.“If I tell you anything I’ll want to tell youeverything—and I just can’t do that.”

“Understood.Come sit between my legs.”

She turns around and slides up onto the ledge to sit between my spread knees, her back to my front.The satiny curve of her hips settles against the inside of my thigh, and her round ass is pressed against my dick.

She’ll feel how hard I am for her.It’s not like I can hide it or that I even want to.She needs to know what she does to me.What I want from her.

She drives me crazy.I want to ravish her, take her again and again, and then take her some more.

I reach behind me to grab the shampoo, squirt a large dollop in my palms, and raise my hands to her hair.I start massaging at the roots.

She groans in pleasure.

I don’t have any fucking idea why I decide that now is the perfect time to ruin whatever’s left between us, but here I am, about to do just that.I clear my throat.

“Hey, Boots?”

“Mmm hmm?”

She leans back as my hands lather the shampoo through her hair.I’m hypnotized by how the suds run through the strands, dark with water, and slip down the muscles of her shoulders and upper back.The shampoo’s floral scent mixes with the hot steam, and we’re sitting in a cloud of warm perfume.

“I meant it when I told you I was no boy scout.”

“Okay.”

The shampoo suds are rolling down my forearms.This is such an intimate moment, so simple but so sensual.I swallow hard.“I blew up my career as a SEAL, Frankie.I got thrown in the brig because I couldn’t control my rage.”

“Hmm.Okay.”