Page 103 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

I use his body like the pole at Lynx.I press my hands onto his shoulders and rise up, then do a scissor swing, whipping my legs down and then straight out in front of me, one on each side of his body.I clasp my ankles around his back and let my body slowly relax backwards.

I reach over my head and wiggle my fingers into the hot spray of the jets, delighting in the feeling of warm water cascading all over my body.My hair sweeps the marble floor beneath me.

“This is a first as well,” he says.

CHAPTER 50

Special K

We wake up with our limbs entwined, the duvet wrapped around us like a mummy.My immediate instinct is to check for Pussy, and when I don’t see her, alarm courses through me.

And then I remember—she’s with Jasmine.

I guess this means that damn cat’s got me wrapped around her claw.I’m Pussy whipped.

That’s cool.

I breathe deeply.

I think I’m just now realizing how much I love my bed.I love my bedroom, too, and I love my house.I never want to leave it.I want to stay here with Frankie… for as long as we both shall live.

She stirs and opens one eye.“Yep, that wasn’t a dream.I really climbed all over you in the shower.”

“Say what?”I look down at her, still not used to seeing her wake up in my arms.“Can you describe to me what happened in the shower so that I can commit to memory?I’m a visual learner.”

Frankie laughs and stretches, freeing her arms from our covers.

“I don’t have any clothes for you,” I say.“Usually, I’d be good with that, but, you know… the family.”

“Oh, I know.They’re wonderful, Special K.And your stories were spot-on.I know I fucked with your brothers a little bit—I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind?I should be cutting you a check.”

She giggles.“I’ll wear Emma’s tracksuit again today, but for now, do you have a T-shirt I could wear?”

“Oh,” I breathe.“One of my Navy shirts?”

She props up on her elbow to study me.“That rang a bell for you, didn’t it?Would you like to see me in one of your Navy shirts?”

We both hop out of bed and after I select an old shirt from the dresser, I hand it to her.She slips it over her braless body and then pulls her long hair out from the neckline.It fits her like a dress, and she’s hot, hot, hot.

So fucking hot.

“Oh, yes,” she says analyzing my face.“Thisreallygot some bells ringing.”

I wrap one arm around her waist and pull her close.“Whenever I’m with you, my bell’s rung.”

She bites her bottom lip and smiles, patting my chest.

“Will you be all right seeing me drink coffee in your shirt?Do you have coffee?”

“I’malmostcertain I have coffee.”

I take Frankie out to the kitchen where I get a pot brewing, then give her a quick and dirty tour of the place.I can see she’s impressed.We’re standing in the media room when she nods.“This would be a great place to watch ‘Casablanca.’”

“Or ‘Seven Samurai.’”

“Or both,” she says, slipping her arm around my waist.