Page 63 of The Mogul: Leonard

I run my gaze over the curves of Roxanne’s naked body sprawled on my bed. The depth of the small of her back and the mouth-watering round shape of her butt. Even those pink tips on her blond strands grew on me.

She breathes softly, and I can’t resist the urge to lower myself and nip at that perfect ass. Her skin pebbles under my touch, and I continue my assault of kissing and nibbling her soft back.

Her breath catches, and I know she is awake. I straddle her, nestle my hard erection over her ass, and lower myself on her back, nipping at her shoulder, licking my way up her neck, sucking the spot behind her ear I know drives her crazy. In the two weeks since that first time in my office, I’ve had the chance to discover every inch of her body, and I can’t get enough of her. She’s like my favorite food—I want to eat her all the time.

I smile when a moan escapes her lips.

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep teasing me like this,” she murmurs in a sleepy voice.

She hasn’t opened her eyes, but a smile lights her face. She’s beautiful when she’s awake, but she’s stunning when she’s sleeping. Her skin is soft, her features are relaxed. It’s like she steps into another world, one where she’s happy and carefree.

“That’s the plan,” I whisper in her ear, slipping my hand between us and brushing my fingers between her legs.

She is already wet for me. “Good girl,” I growl, propping myself on an elbow just enough to reach my nightstand and grab a condom. One of the few I have left. I need to remember to buy a new box, and I smile, thinking how fast we went through this one, and the one I keep in my car…and the one in my office. The number surprises me. Even at fifteen, I wasn’t caught up in this much lust and thinking about fucking every waking moment of my day, and sometimes even when I’m sleeping. She pulls the animalistic instinct out of me. I’m insatiable when it comes to her, her body, her mind, her soul.

I rip the golden foil with my teeth, slide the rubber on my cock and make space with my knees between her legs. She shakes her butt a little, teasing me and raising it from the mattress in time for me to slip my hand under her belly and reach her already swollen clit. She lets out a long, soft groan when I circle it, and she pushes her ass against my hips, slipping the tip of my cock into her soft and hot entrance. She is so wet it’s no effort to make my way inside her, and it’s like paradise.

It’s my turn to groan. I sink ball deep into her with just one slow thrust. I enjoy her tight, hot pussy clenching around my shaft. I take it slow, savoring the feeling that will never cease to amaze me. How can we be made for each other in such a perfect way? It seems like our bodies were made to enhance each other’s pleasure. I’ve had my fair share of other women, but I’ve never reached such a deep physical connection with anyone else before. It’s like my body became aware of a new level of pleasure, and it keeps craving more and more.

“Leonard, please, fuck me,” she whimpers, shaking her ass and trying to make me move.

I chuckle. “As you wish.”

I pull almost all the way out and then thrust into her hard and fast—the way I’ve learned she likes it. She’s not the type who craves sweet lovemaking. She fucks the same way she lives: wild and carefree, taking all of it and giving back more. She is a generous lover, and I’m sure not complaining about that.

I fuck her like our life depends on it and rub her clit with the same determined intensity. I want her to orgasm over my cock, and squeeze it in a tight grip. She comes hard, letting out a moan deep from within her chest, clenching her pussy around my dick, triggering my own orgasm.

I breathe hard as I roll to her side. She finally opens her eyes, and I smile at her content face.

“I should have put in the contract that you have to wake me up like this every morning,” she sighs.

I laugh. “We can make up a new one if you want. I will gladly sign it.”

“Every morning from here to eternity? I could get used to that,” she says, and immediately, her eyes widen, probably realizing what this suggestion entails.

I think about it, and the most surprising part is that I’m not scared or annoyed by the thought of a long-term relationship with her. Why should I chase away something that makes me feel so good? I don’t know if she’s serious or still in the afterglow of her orgasm, but I decide not to ask more. I give her time to think about it.

“I’ll make sure you won’t get bored over time,” I answer, kissing her lips.

She lets out a long breath, probably realizing I’m not upset about her statement. We’ve never talked about what this new development means for our relationship, but it’s clear that it’s not just professional anymore. And it’s not a casual sexual relationship, either. I wouldn’t have let her stay the night. Jesus, I wouldn’t have let her come to my house if she was just a random hookup.

“Are you sure you won’t get bored?” she asks.

I love that she doesn’t beat around the bush. If she has doubts, she voices them. Sometimes, even when she shouldn’t.

“If you’re asking me if this thing between us has an expiration date, I’m not that kind of guy,” I explain in a firm voice. “If I just wanted a one-night stand, I would have said so before we fucked.”

She seems to think about it. “So you want to explore this thing between us?” she asks softly. She seems almost relieved that I said it first. And I’m sort of relieved too. When I said it, I realized how true it was.

I touch her cheek and caress her lower lip with my thumb. She leans into the touch, savoring the moment. “You’re Silver’s sister. I’m not messing around with you. You’re not just a random hookup. And not because Raphael would have my ass handed to me, but because you’re family, and I don’t mess with family.”

She chuckles, teasing me. “That sounds a bit incestuous.”

I roll my eyes. “Not that kind of family.”

She kisses me lightly. “I’m messing with you,” she whispers over my lips.

“I know, and you will be punished for it, but now you are going to shower while I prepare breakfast,” I say, raising my eyebrows when I hear her stomach growling.

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