Page 263 of Damaged Mogul
“It’s gonna cost you.”
“How much?”
“The parts I need are expensive.”
She lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I don’t have cash on me. Perhaps we could come to… anarrangement.”
“I also accept credit cards.”
She leans into me.
I catch a whiff of her delicate, French perfume with floral scent. A scent that followed me all the way to the other side of the planet. Even when I was far away, I could close my eyes, and I was surrounded by her smell.
“Between you and I, the problem is my fault, Sawyer.”
“That’s what you said the last time.”
“What can I say? I’m not good in the kitchen. I wouldn’twant my husband to find out by putting the charge on his credit card.” She reaches out a hand and plays with the buttons of my shirt. “Would you consider a payment plan?”
“As long as the money goes into my bank account, I’m open to considering it.”
Another suffering sigh. “The last time you were far more accommodating.”
“Mrs. Robinson, in the past six months, you’ve had a need for me to take care of your pipes on the regular. Payment is always an issue. Like a fool, I let it slide because I’m not one to let a damsel in distress fend for herself, but I’m reconsidering my position. I’m too much of a sucker. Between labor and parts, and the gas to fill my truck to drive up to your Loma Vista Drive mansion, I’m losing money when I make a house call since Beverly Hills is located on the other side of town from where I live. Not to mention, it’s late.” I shake my head. “At this rate, you’re becoming an expensive and high maintenance client.”
She takes in a deep, shivering breath. With her eyes locked onto mine, she snakes a finger under my chin.
I groan.
“But you got something in return. Every. Single. Time.”
She’s becoming a pro at role-playing.
I commit to memory the perfect angles of her face.
The gorgeous face I’ve missed seeing up close and personal for the past two weeks.
The gorgeous face I’ve missed waking up to.
I study her eyes as vibrant as the deep blue sea, tinged with purple. Her mouth, which I’ve missed kissing so fucking much, is a temptation I’m not sure I can resist much longer.
Seconds tick by.
I’m entranced by the sight of all that beauty.
The moment intensifies and becomes headier with each beat of my heart.
She sighs, like an impatient headmistress would, which isn’t helping the raging lust roiling inside me in the least. “My cunt is worth it, Sawyer.”
Jesus Christ.
Jerking off in the bathroom of my private jet did nothing to slake my desire for her.
I can’t get enough of her.
Even after our saucy nightly video sessions, I’d jerk my cock raw, thinking of her. The satisfaction I seek always eluded me.
Before meeting Lily, jerking off dulled the ache. Since she came barging into my life, using my fist to take off the edge no longer helps. This time apart was cruel and left me throbbing in mute agony. I’m dying to have her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.
