Page 65 of Damaged Mogul
No answer.
“Gage?”
“Possibly.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.
“That’s it?”
“Angel, none of my friends were going to come after us. I made it pretty clear I needed some alone time with you.”
Yes, you did, Tarzan.
“As for the staff… I guess there was a chance we might’ve had an audience.”
Wait. What?
My eyes widen in shock.
“If that was such a concern, you would’ve told me earlier, but you were too eager to ride my fingers and come your head off to care if anyone walked in on us while I took good care of your sweet pussy.”
This man’s mouth is a weapon, capable of causing instant combustion.
“You can thank me for introducing you to the kinky world of public sex.”
“That wasn’t an item on my bucket list.”
“Trust me, you’ll be glad I’m a forward-thinker. The risk of getting caught is half the fun?—”
“Gage—”
He cuts me off by cupping my face with one hand. “You sexy little thing. On the outside, you’re a good girl, but that taunting text message from last night suggests you were waiting for the right person to corrupt you.”
Those words cause a thrill of excitement to run through me.
“Lucky for you, I’m your man.” He slams his mouth over mine.
I’m drowning.
And damn anyone who tries to save me.
This man…
I’m still levitating from his intoxicating words.
I clasp his cheek with my palm to deepen the kiss, as I drink him in, like this is my last drop of water before a long journey across the desert.
He responds with fervor.
I lose all concept of time until he breaks our embrace.
“My fingers are itching to fuck up your hairdo so I can fist your hair while I devour your mouth, but I don’t want us to be that obvious.”
I let out a little laugh. “I must look like a hot mess.”
He shakes his head. “You look hot. Period.”
I blush.
