Page 68 of Damaged Mogul
I’m guarding her.All of her.
When I caught sight of her clad in that cock-hardening outfit, I froze.
The photos Phoenix sent me paled in comparison to seeing her in the flesh.
For a long minute, I stood there, mouth gaping open, all rational thought flying out the window because all the blood in my body was traveling at warp speed to my cock.
Holy goddess.
The flames of desire were burning so blistering hot, so urgent, so all-compassing, I couldn’t breathe. Being in her presence caused parts of me to stretch and flex to life inside me. Parts that have been dormant for so long.
I blame Lily for making me drag her off the dance floor, find a secluded place, and do unspeakable things to her.
I had no chance against the oozing sexuality emitting from her. None whatsoever.
This is LA. Women flash skin.
Lily went from demure to sex bomb overnight.
I came here to watch over her, lurk in the shadows, and make sure no one bothered her. Ravishing her mouth while making her come all over my fingers wasn’t part of the plan.
The heady smell of her arousal tickles my nostrils and hardens my cock.
No Rough Roger for me tonight. Lily’s pussy is my only salvation.
An elegant woman approaches me, jarring me back to the moment.
Here comes the traitress.
I used to like Phoenix and Michaela.
Not so much anymore.
“Here you go.” Michaela extends a bejeweled arm, flashing a stalk of gold bracelets, and hands me a gold clutch.
After guiding Lily to my car, I texted Michaela and asked her for her help.
Going back inside the party room would’ve elicited a barrage of questions from my friends.
I don’t have time. I’d rather lose myself inside Lily’s sweet pussy.
I grab the small bag. “Thank you.”
Her green eyes, which are several shades deeper than mine, stare up at me.
Her lips devoid of lipstick purse together.
My gaze narrows. “Whatever’s on your mind, say it.”
She hesitates, which is unlike her. Michaela is a straight shooter.
“Let’s hear it,” I say.
“Don’t hurt her.”
I huff out a laugh that ends up a self-deprecating grunt. “You think so little of me, Mikki?”
She thrusts her chin up and out in that dogged, determined way she does when she’s dead-set on standing her ground. “I’m sure I’m overstepping my boundaries, but she’s like a younger sister to me.”
