Page 203 of Damaged Mogul
“You think that’s funny?”
“What can I say?” I place a hand on his chest. “It’s your fault for being such a great lover.”
He laces his arm around my waist and pulls me to him, those green eyes hot and intense.
He leans into me.
The pressure of his hard cock causes my pussy to tingle.
Damn, I want him so bad.
He grazes his lips with mine, our eyelashes practically meshing together. “Flattery will get you thoroughly fucked.”
I incline my chin, and his mouth is on mine.
God, I missed him.
The kiss is demanding, fervent, wet, and blazing.
I don’t want to give my kisses to any other man on the planet.
Gage Hollingsworth you’ve ruined it for all others.
Forever more, my life is now divided into two episodes—before Gage Hollingsworth’s mouth and after.
I groan as he sinks his tongue deeper into my mouth, our tongues dancing at a sensuous pace.
How will I live without this man’s beautiful mouth on mine every single day of the week?
I’m not looking forward to finding out.
I pull away from him, almost out of breath. “Let’s forget about dinner.”
He shakes his head. “No can do, buttercup.”
“Can’t we push the reservation to later?”
“Nope.”
I sigh. “Okay.”
“Don’t look so disappointed.”
“It’s my last night in LA…”
It went by so fast.
Too fast.
It doesn’t help I lost a few days with him earlier this week when he thought things were developing too quickly between us, and yesterday again, because he spent the evening with Enid.
Damn you, Enid.
“I intend to make the most of it,” he says. “Food first. Followed by a nocturnal drive up Mulholland Drive since we haven’t ventured there yet. After a little sightseeing, we’ll come back here, and I’ll fuck you until you lose consciousness or until you have to make it to the airport tomorrow. Which ever happens first. Does that work for you?”
I giggle. “I can live with that.”
“Good.” He gives me a onceover. “You wore the dress.”
