Page 142 of Damaged Mogul
Her eyes bounce around the entrance before fixing her gaze onto me. She wrinkles her adorable nose at me. “Here?”
“Here.”
“Why don’t we go to the bedroom?”
“You’re in no position to make demands.”
She bites her bottom lip, and it has my cock swelling.
I lean against the door and cross my arms, waiting.
She stares at me.
I stare right back.
I’m not standing down.
She lowers herself to the floor and undoes her shoelaces.
She steps out of her silver Converse, her bare feet touching the white tile floor. She wiggles her toes painted in a pretty shade of pink.
“I’m not a patient man, Lily.”
Her eyes snap up to meet mine.
Her arms fold behind her and her mid-leg skirt drops to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Crossing her arms in front of her, she pulls off the white top that’s obstructing the view of her delectable body.
I stop breathing.
I was expecting sexy lingerie. I wasn’t expecting her to pull out the big guns.
Lily selected a mouth-watering combo in the same shade of vibrant blue as her skirt. The color against her milky skin is striking. The design is intentional, with a precise mission––bring a man to his knees. And goddammit if that’s not what I want to do––drop to my knees and worship this woman. The bra is a bewitching combination of sheer mesh and lace underwire cups with cutouts and bow details.
And there are the panties…
Be still my beating heart.
Lily is wearing a pair of all-lace high-waisted panties. I’mused to seeing women clad in thongs and bikini underwear. Many prefer to go commando. What she’s wearing is a blatant invitation for misbehaving.
“I’m going to need the name and address of the shop where you bought that mouth-watering lingerie.”
Her eyes drop down to her body before meeting my gaze. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to have to buy that combo in every fucking color.”
She laughs. “You like it?”
“It looks fucking hot on you.”
“It comes with a garter belt, but I thought it was a bit much for a picnic. Not to mention, stockings in this heat…? I’d melt. But if you want me to wear them for you…”
I narrow my eyes at her.
Before I have time to answer, she gives me a twirl.
Jesus Christ.
What she’s wearing is as cock-hardening from the front as it is from the back.
