Page 121 of Damaged Mogul
Oh.
My.
Freaking.
God.
My panties are drenched.
I’m certain the wet spot between my legs is visible.
“You come across as all innocent, but deep down inside, there’s an exhibitionist dying to come out and play.”
My head jerks back at his bold statement.
“I’m not an exhibitionist.”
“Do you think no one noticed you crawling to me?”
“Um…”
“Don’t pretend that didn’t cross your mind.”
Maybe.
“My point exactly,” he says. “If you were waiting for someone to corrupt you. Congratulations. You found him.”
I open my mouth to retort, but nothing comes out.
With my crotch dripping wet and my legs wobbling from the onslaught of lust coursing through my body, I can only stare, dumbfounded.
“Sit closer.” He taps the spot next to him.
Like an obedient girl, I do as I’m told.
“You sure you don’t want anything else to eat?”
I shake my head. “No, thanks. I’m leaving room for dessert.”
“You can eat your ice cream if you want.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
He takes a bite of the sandwich, and winks.
My heart pitter patters.
How can a wink turn me to mush?
He polishes off half a sandwich in no time. “Ultra Nate’sFree?” he says, circling back to the song that made me lose my mind earlier. “That’s considered old school house music. True,house music will never die. Still, I didn’t expect that from you.”
“I create a playlist before any new adventure. That way, certain songs will always be linked to the memories of that trip. This new-to-me song is part of my California Love playlist.”
“What else is on your playlist?
I rattle off a list of songs––a mixture of styles throughout different decades. “Oh, and a cool remix ofAin’t Nobody.”
“You should listen to the original song by Chaka Khan. Given what I do for a living, I’m all for a kickass remix. That said, sometimes, you have to go straight to the source.”
