Page 46 of Serving the Mogul

Now, with nothing separating us but the towel I had wrapped around me and his low-slung gray joggers, I doubted I’d have the energy to resist him.

So, I didn’t.

Reaching between us, I cupped him through the worn joggers.

A deep rumbling sound rolled out of his throat, and he broke the kiss.

I tried to follow, but he pushed his hand into my hair and held me back.

His other hand caught my wrist and pulled it away.

The urge to sulk like a toddler denied a toy washed over me, and I glared at him.

“Say please,” he whispered against my lips.

A shiver raced down my spine. I could feel James throbbing against my belly, and the empty ache inside me was already swelling out of control again.

“Please.”

His mouth curved against mine, and he let my hand go. As I closed my fingers around him, he locked eyes with me, the gaze beyond intimate now, the way he watched me as I stroked him.

“You know what I want?” he demanded, his gaze dropping to my mouth.

“No.”

“I want to see that beautiful mouth wrapped around my dick.”

I jerked in surprise at the blunt words, even as heat rushed to gather between my thighs.

Instinctively, I clenched my knees together. Somehow, he could tell, and he nuzzled my neck. “You liked that…what do you like the most, Tina? Me telling you what I want? Or the thought of doing it?”

I’d lost my mind.

Mouth dry, I licked my lips before answering, “Is both an option?”

“Yes.” He swept me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. But instead of going to the expansive bed, he carried me to a recessed sitting area in the corner, the large windows letting the moonlight spill in to paint the room in splashes of silvery white.

He put me down and cupped my face, one thumb stroking over my lower lip as his gaze held mine.

The silence was heavy, weighted with sexual tension, and I shivered with the intensity of the need building inside me. When he stepped back and broke contact, I thought I’d cry.

But then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his loose gray joggers and pushed them down, stepping out of them to stand before me, completely naked. My mouth went dry, and my toes curled. With a shuddering sigh, I watched as he came closer, then reached up.

Eyes closing in anticipation of his touch, he surprised me when he pulled the towel away instead.

“Hey!” Nervous, I went to cross my arms over my chest.

Maximus caught my wrists and eased them back down. “You’re beautiful,” he said, releasing my wrists and reaching up to cup my breasts.

The bold possession sapped my strength away, and I was ready to collapse against him, beg for more, but he stopped those teasing, delicious touches and slid his hands down my sides to grip my waist. “I want you on your knees.”

The guttural words resonated through me, and I flicked a nervous look at him, but he watched me with no expression. I couldn’t tell if he expected me to do what he’d said or if he was daring me. He cupped my chin again and stroked his thumb over my mouth. “This mouth…it’s sexy as fucking sin. I want you on your knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock, Tina.”

Heat exploded through me in a torrential current, turning my bones to mud. When I grabbed Maximus’ waist for support and knelt in front of him, I kept my eyes on him the entire time.

His eyelids drooped, lashes sweeping low to hide his eyes, but I could still feel the impact of his gaze. Breaking that eye contact was almost impossible, but he cupped the back of my head in a guiding motion, nudging me.

I gasped as he pressed the head of his cock to my mouth. No subtlety to the movement.

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