Page 65 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

Special K

I wake up in heaven.

I’ve never found myself in a morning-after situation quite like this one.It’s daybreak, and I’m lying on my back on the memory foam mattress (the best idea I’ve ever had, by the way), staring at the ceiling of the old shack on Washoe Ridge.

Tucked into my left arm is Pussy, the cat.

Cradled in my right arm is Boots, the most spectacular pussy I’ve ever had.

And I can’t stop smiling.That alone is weird as fuck.

It’s also weird as fuck how happy I feel.Settled.At peace, even.I haven’t felt this way in years.Not since my life exploded and all my plans burned to ash.

Holy shit, what’s happening to me?

The wild sexual release I experienced with Frankie was eye-opening—not gonna lie.But that’s not what’s got me in this trance.I’m familiar with sex for sex’s sake, and I know it always leaves me feeling lighter, unburdened.

And ready to bolt.

I don’t feel that way this morning.It’s strange, but I swear I feelconnectedinstead of antsy.Like something inside me just clicked and slipped into place.Something unexpected, and unexpectedly wonderful.

I glance down at the source of all this —the woman in the crook of my arm.Under the flannel sheets and down blanket, one of Boots’ long, long legs is flung over the tops of my thighs.The front of her body is pressed to my side, her flesh silky and hot against my muscles.

Strands of her thick blond hair tickle my chest.

The mink-brown fringe of Frankie’s eyelashes rests on the rise of her rosy cheeks.Her pillowy lips are slightly parted in sleep.I find I’m truly grateful for this moment, the opportunity just to look at her beautiful face, relaxed in sleep, in the morning light.

She’s so still.Deeply at rest.I think I tuckered her out.Good.She did the same to me, andnobodytuckers me out.

Ever.

I’m smiling again.Or still smiling.I hope I don’t pull a muscle in my face.

I take a slow, deep breath, careful not to wake the naked woman in my arms.I know I’m clueless about who she is and why she’s here, but the last few hours definitely revealed a lot about her.

The things that matter, anyway.

She’s a free spirit.She’s uninhibited and funny and quick.Boots can give as well as she can take when it comes to sex, moving her body in ways I’ve never experienced before.Like a dancer.A gymnast.

Not that it matters to me one way or another, but my money’s on pole dancer.

Also, I know that she loves her cat.A lot.

Bottom line: Frankie No-Name is the most seductive mystery woman I’ve ever had the privilege to encounter.The hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.The most incredibly generous and energetic lover I’ve ever had.

It’s true that I met Boots on the ranch, but no matterwhereit was that I met her, she would’ve knocked me flat.Along a city street.At the grocery checkout line.In an airport lounge.This girl would’ve kicked the wind out of me anywhere we happened to be.She would have caused my brain to glitch as it tried to decide if my eyes deceived me.

But I met her right here.On my family’s land.Claiming she had every right to be here.

And now, after only a few days, I’m beginning to think she’s right.That she does belong here.

That she belongs with me.

I turn my head and lower my lips to her hair, breathing her in.Her scent is complex and magical, just like the woman herself.She smells like sex and flowers.The forest and the ocean.I leave my lips where they are and close my eyes.

The only sounds I hear are the hissing of the dying fire, the day’s first round of birdsong, and Pussy’s purring.I had no idea that cats purr like this.This much.This loud.

With my eyes still closed, I ask myself a question.What am I feeling?