Page 214 of Damaged Mogul
The only thing preventing me from giving into despair at the prospect of returning to New York is the plan to move to LA as fast as humanly possible.
I could ask Gage or the sisterhood for some help, but I want to do this on my own. And if there isn’t a future between us, Gage won’t feel trapped. I’d be crushed, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. I want to stand on my own two feet and distance myself from my father.
Behind me, something big and hard grinds into my ass.
I thrust my hips back, pressing myself against it.
Mmmm.
“Morning,” he says in a gravelly voice.
“Morning.”
Gage wraps me in his strong arms.
A wave of victory courses through me at the idea he hasn’t been this intimate with a woman in years.
Michaela calls it the power of the magic pussy. It was the cure Gage needed to break the dark spell he was under. She was pretty drunk when she dropped that little nugget of wisdom in my lap last night. Nadine and I laughed so hard, we couldn’t breathe. When I recovered, her revelation made me feel ten feet tall.
Could I be as good for Gage as he is for me?
“You’re my safe place––” The words fly out of my mouth without my permission. I blame too many orgasms for causing my mind to short circuit. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“I’m hurt,” he says.
Oh, shit.
I turn in his arms.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
He kisses my forehead, my nose, and my lips. “I’m messing with you.”
“Not cool.” I pout.
“It’s not cool when you say something and take it back.”
I pull my lower lip between my teeth. “I might’ve said too much.”
“What if you didn’t?”
I search his eyes.
“It’s silly of me to say things like that. I’m leaving today.” I hesitate. “How can you be my safe place when a country separates us?”
“Life is a mental game, angel. Even though we’ll be far apart, I can still be your safe place right here.” He taps my temple.
I lower my lashes. “I like the sound of that.”
“It’s settled,” he says. “That’s how we’ll play it out until I see you again in three weeks.”
Three weeks?I school my expression. “You’ll be gone a long time.”
He brushes my messy hair away from my face.
“Traveling alone can’t be fun,” I say. “Who’s going to keep you company? Who will you have dinner with? Who will you hang out with? Who’s going to listen to you at the end of the day when you need to vent?”Who will warm your bed?
His eyes narrow, a sliver of green peering at me. “You want me to take you with me?”
