Page 44 of Serving the Mogul

“Oh.” She shifted, and the sound of fabric whispering against soft bare flesh had me gritting my teeth.

Traffic was light, and I made the drive in just over twenty-five minutes.

Parking in front of the sprawling expanse of wooden beams and glass, I walked around to help Tina from the car. She’d already opened the door but wasn’t out yet, and when I offered my hand, she gave another one of those faint half-smiles.

“I would never have pictured you as having such old-fashioned manners,” she murmured as she placed her hand in mine.

Waiting until she was out of the car before answering, I crowded her against the sleek McLaren, her body as hot as a Texas summer, her scent lush and tempting.

“I don’t,” I told her, gripping her hips and holding her steady as I leaned into her. “But for the right woman….”

Her lashes fluttered, the only visible sign.

Lowering my head, I bit her neck, taking care not to leave a mark. She stiffened, then moaned, pushing one hand into my hair and tightening her fingers.

Grabbing the hem of her dress, I pulled it up. All evening, I’d been admiring this sexy as fuck garment. It fit so smoothly, so perfectly, I hadn’t been able to make out a panty line.

My fingers encountered narrow bands of silk that ran high over her hips but left the cheeks of her ass bare. Cupping that perfect butt in my hands, I pulled her up and against me.

She moaned as I fit my cock against the notch between her thighs and wrapped her legs around my hips. I could feel the spiked heels of her shoes digging into me, and an electric thrill raced down my spine at the sensation.

“You’re so fucking wet that I can feel you through my trousers,” I muttered, breaking the kiss long enough to tell her that. “It’s fucking perfect.”

She didn’t respond, just tried to pull me back to her.

“No,” I said, lowering her to the ground.

Her expression soured disappointment in her eyes.

Catching her around the waist again, I pulled her close, then moved, spinning until we were at the hood of the car. Then I turned her around and nudged her forward until she put her hands on the vehicle.

Stepping back to admire the view, I saw the panties were black as well, a jewel against her lightly tanned flesh. Tanned…everywhere.

Kicking her ankles apart with just enough force that she understood what I wanted, I waited until she adjusted her stance and had her balance. Then I smoothed a hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass. “You saw the spanking demonstration. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

Dipping my hand between her thighs, I found her liquid and hot with readiness. Soothing her flesh with my free hand, I stroked my fingers in, out, slowly, teasingly, until she tried to follow me and deepen the contact.

“No, Tina,” I murmured. “We’ve got all night.”

“James…” her husky voice hitched in the middle of my name.

I twisted my fingers in her pussy and curled them, relishing that broken cry that echoed in the vast openness around us. With plenty of open space around my property, I didn’t have to worry about any intrusions, and now, as I fucked Tina with my fingers and stroked her ass, I was damn glad of that.

She moved back to me again. The urge to spank her for the disobedience was big.

But we weren’t there yet. Tina was still learning about what I wanted from her, and I wouldn’t push so hard that I sent her running. Breaking contact, I undid my belt, my zipper then pulled out the condom I’d been carrying all night.

“I want to fuck you outside right here, right now. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

She swallowed, the sound almost painfully loud.

It did not surprise me when she looked up, scanning the endless dark night around her, searching for neighbors who might see.

There were none.

“Tina?”

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