Page 270 of Damaged Mogul
Those two violent orgasms rob me of my ability to think, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
We’re both wet and messy and his jeans are still around his knees, which only makes this tryst even more debauched.
Gage lays his upper body against my back, pulls me snug against him, and wraps his arms around me, his hands cupping my belly.
I love the way he does that. It makes me feel treasured.
We remain entangled, neither of us in a rush to move. His warmth seeps into me, and I have no doubt the baby relishes this closeness as much as I do.
I’m in my safe place. My happy place.
“Mine.” He grunts. “And mine.” He caresses my belly.
A delirious grin stretches my lips.
He’s so ridiculously possessive.
It fills my heart knowing he wants this baby as much as I do.
For several long beats our ragged breaths fill the kitchen.
“Angel, I needed to be with you.” His fingers reach for the red bracelet circling my left wrist.
We’re back to being Gage and Lily.
“Me too.”
“How the fuck did I live without you for the past two weeks?” He groans. “I’ve been thinking about being with you all day. You were so distracting, it was a struggle to focus on work. Visions of your sexy ass were clouding my mind.”
I giggle.
“You think that’s funny?”
“I like knowing I was on your mind because you were on mine.”
He drops a tender kiss against my cheek.
“You’re always on my mind,” he says, playing with my engagement ring.
Before he left for his two-week business trip, he tricked me. I should’ve known I was walking into a trap considering it was the same MO as my birthday.
Behind the doors of a private room at the Quintus Hotel, our friends were waiting for us. Gage’s sisters flew in from Europe with their families. Sara was there. So were Nadine and Gérard.
When I turned around, he was down on one knee. I so didn’t see it coming. And I didn’t see the eye-popping rock you can spot from Pluto coming either.
Gage is everything I ever wanted in a man and then some.
Even though I love the four-carat oval cut diamond ring with a pavé-set of brilliant diamonds running along the band he gave me, I couldn’t stop wearing the red string bracelet. Thatfirst proposal was the most romantic proposal ever, coming from a man who professes to not having a romantic bone in his body.
Gage made sure my father and half-brothers showed up at our engagement party. They weren’t all smiles, but nothing offensive spewed from their mouths. I considered that a win.
“I love you so much, angel.”
My heart flips over like it always does when the L word drops from his beautiful lips.
“I love you with all my heart—” I take in a shaky breath.
“What’s wrong?”
