Page 101 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

It’s all very seductive, this place.Wonderful people.Great food.Comfort and laughter.Beauty everywhere I look.And the extraordinary man at my side, who’s transformed my world in just days.

But my mind and heart are still in turmoil.Can Special K and his brothers really find a way to keep me safe?Will Special K come to resent how complicated my life—and my problems—are?The last thing I want to do is drag him down with me.

I see houselights filtering through a stand of trees.We walk up a drive to a sprawling log home, and it’s just as I pictured it.

“Your rustic shack!”I say, laughing.

CHAPTER 49

Frankie

“Welcome to Chez Special K,” he says.He takes my hand, walks me up the porch stairs, and opens the door.My mouth falls open.I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place of such simple, unfussy elegance.It’s warm and inviting, but lived in.

It suits him perfectly.

But damn… it’s reeeeeely clean.“So you’re a neat freak?Is that a Navy thing?”

He chuckles.“Nah.Remember—I don’t cook here and spend most of my time on the range.I’m mostly just here to shower and sleep.”He drops his lips to my hair.“I can give you the grand tour now or tomorrow, whatever works for you.”

“Tomorrow’s good.”

He walks me through the main room and down a hallway to a sprawling bedroom.It’s more of the same simple elegance—lots of natural wood, huge windows, and fabrics in muted colors and patterns—and the overall effect is soothing and quiet.This is most definitely the bedroom of a cowboy who wears expensive cologne and luxury wool.

He turns me in his arms.

“You smell nice,” he says, inhaling my hair.

“And you smell like horse, but in the best possible way.”

“You’re just trying to get on my good side.”

“Only because that looks like the world’s most comfortable bed.I don’t want you to kick me out.”

He pulls me into his chest and wraps me in his arms.“I know you just showered and changed, but would you be opposed to showering again… with me?”

“Well, I don’t know,” I say, sliding my hands across his hard ass and around to the front to unbuckle his belt.Then I unzip his jeans and slip my hand inside.I grasp his big cock, hot and silky in my hand, and smile when I feel it instantly get hard.

“Does that answer your question, cowboy?”

He lifts me from the floor and cradles me in his arms, carrying me into a wonderland of marble, glass, and chrome—and the biggest shower and bathtub I’ve ever seen in my life.

Yes, he can fit in that tub—three of him could fit in that tub.And that shower could probably hold an entire baseball team, but I’m glad it’s me he’s invited.

Special K gently sets me on the countertop, spreads my legs, and steps between my knees.He’s so sexy with his belt undone and his jeans half unzipped.I lick my lips at the sight of him.

His calloused fingers brush up my throat and he tilts my chin to look down into my eyes.There’s a slightly sad smile on his face, but when he lowers his mouth to mine, he delivers one hell of a slow and sexy kiss.

I feel that kiss everywhere, snaking hot into my chest, rolling down in waves through my solar plexus, and slipping into my pussy.I’m wet.One kiss and I’m soaking wet for him.One kiss and I ache and need to be filled.

With him.

I hear his moan of bliss.I hear my own.And we’re already here, that place we go when we touch.Instantly, we connect.We lock on to one another.I swear that at some point we reached an understanding, no words are needed.

We agreed to go wherever the pleasure leads, knowing that what we give the other becomes our own satisfaction.

We agree to discover more—about the other and ourselves—by giving what feels right and asking for what we need.

Kevin MacLaine is a big man—with powerful fists and a hunger to fight for what’s right.Yet he possesses a gentle spirit and loving heart, as well.I don’t understand how that combination can build a foundation in a single person, but I’m damn happy it does with him.