BIG SHOT LOVE: 5 Billionaire Romance Books Bundle by Kristina Weaver Page B

off his muscles perfectly.
    He looks smug and self-pleased, and I find myself smiling back before I know it.
    “Naw, I’m fine. I had a snack date, but Kent caught us and swept old Mol away.”
    Lucky bitch.
    “And now you’re at sixes and sevens,” he drawls, making me narrow my eyes suspiciously.
    “Who says ‘sixes and sevens’ anymore? I think the last time I heard that was when my grandma was alive, and she died at the age of eighty-seven. Whatcha doing?”
    I have to ask because he’s still smiling; only now he’s prowling towards me with a purpose that looks evil and way too smug to suit me.
    “Stealing my very own woman…though I doubt it would be a good idea to throw you over my shoulder.”
    I squeak and struggle when he lifts me into his arms—I’m a girl, I always think I’m too heavy—but he just swats my butt and starts walking, not even breaking a sweat when he takes the stairs.
    You know me, so by now I’m into the thought of being carried off and ravished in the middle of the day. So totally into it that I feel my nipples bead and the slick slide of arousal gush out to coat my sex.
    “Oh, Cameron dear could you—oh there you are Ducky! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. We have a match on the south lawn. Griffin finally found that horrid woman, and they’re waiting for us to start.”
    “Er, I’m a little—”
    “Nonsense. I was going to be your partner, but now I see you have Cameron. You two run along and go trounce that wretch won’t you. I have a wager going with Millie, and I don’t really want to lose the emeralds Vic gave me for our tenth anniversary. Put on a good show. There’s a good lad.”
    She sweeps away, leaving us looking at each other. I don’t know who’s more horrified at the thought, Cameron or me, but he finally gives in with a sigh and lets me down, his eyes focused downward ironically.
    “Make sure to rub him every once in a while, won’t you, baby. Can’t have that woman thinking he’s sniffing after her skinny arse.”
    ***
    “Oh God.”
    I’m useless at organized activities, and this one is no better. I mean, what’s so hard about taking a mallet and hitting a ball through a few rings?
    Not much if you discount my raging need to use said mallet against a certain blonde’s piñata.
    “Aim Ducky,” Cameron hisses, throwing his head back to eye the sky when I scowl and grip the mallet tighter.
    “I am.”
    “Well, it doesn’t bloody look like it! Mum’s very fond of those bloody emeralds. Not to mention that if you lose to that woman, she will never let you live it down.”
    “Look buddy, I’m not exactly in fighting form here! You try aiming with this in your way,” I hiss back, waving at my stomach.
    Really, it’s like trying to take aim with a very enthusiastic monkey strapped to my front, and then I haven’t even factored in the fact that I am shit at sports in the first place.
    And Cameron is the world’s worst loser. Like ever.
    But he’s right. I’m playing for Marge’s jewels and the very real chance to rub Skeletor’s face in it.
    “Just…”—he runs an impatient hand through his hair—“…shit, watch what she does and do it better. You’ve beat her in all other areas already, so you might as well take this one too, baby,” he says, giving me a slow-eyed once over. “Hands down the sexiest mama I’ve ever seen.”
    Goddamned flatterer.
    I do as he says and watch her like a hawk, taking in the way she cants her hips and the easy fluidity of her swing. I’m an imitator, have been since I was little enough to realize that Gloria was worse than useless as an example so I’ve learned to do by watching.
    On my next go, I don’t just get the ball near the target but sail it through. Thank God for that physics class and my professor’s obsession with using sports to apply theory to real life.
    Gradient and drag are important, or so he’d always told me, and now I guess I’m going to have to apologize for calling