Page 155 of Damaged Mogul
She grunts her dissatisfaction.
“I should warn you,” I say. “Not every guy out there can turn you into a waterfall. I’m gifted.”
She swats my chest. “Cocky much?”
“You bet.” I wink.
Something flickers in her eyes.
“What is it?”
“I’m a day late and a dollar short if you’re the only man my body reacts to like that since I’m going back to New York soon.”
Ah. The elephant in the room.
She talked about her passion project, but she didn’t mention anything about a job. If Fisher is grooming her to take over a PR company, perhaps she works for her father.
I cup her face in my hands and press our foreheads together, her soft exhale bathing my mouth. “Do you have anything pressing to deal with when you get home, or can you extend your trip?”
Her eyes sparkle as they fix on me. “You want me to stay longer?”
“Yes. We can spend more timetogether.”
“Oh.”
“If you have other plans, I understand?—”
“No, I don’t have anything urgent.” The words come rushing out of her mouth.
“Stay.”
“Okay. I will.”
“Good.” Warmth fills my chest. There’s so much I want to say to her, but I’ve done such a bang-up job jailing my feelings for the past three years, I no longer know how to unlock them.
Her brilliant smile takes over her beautiful face.
“Let’s go take a shower so I can enjoy some ice cream,” I say.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Ice cream is a great idea.”
“I wasn’t talking about you.”
She furrows her eyebrows.
“Remember my promise?”
That frown deepens.
“I’m going to clean you up before dirtying you again by spreading ice cream all over your heavenly body and licking it off you.” If I keep things sexual, my mind will stop confusing me.
Big blue eyes widen. “You… We… You want me again so soon?”
“Damn right, I’m ready for another round.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Is that a complaint?”
