Page 76 of Damaged Mogul
Confused blue eyes stare up at me. “You need to use the bathroom?”
“That wasn’t my question.”
“There’s a small bathroom in the corridor, but there’s a larger one with a hot tub near the bedroom.”
“That’ll do.” I sweep her off her feet.
“Gage, I can walk.”
“I know, but this is much faster.”
“I can remove my heels and walk barefoot.”
Hell no.“The heels stay on.”
I march us through the dimly lit suite and into the bathroom, kick the door shut, and set Lily down on her feet.
She turns on the light. “You have something against beds?”
I do.
Opening that can of worms would kill the mood.
I busy myself undressing, avoiding her questioning gaze.
“You’re not going to answer?”
She’s not going to let this go. “Why be predictable? I don’t do vanilla. Not to mention, you deserve so much better than boring.”
She doesn’t have a comeback.
End of discussion.
I unbutton my shirt. I’m about to remove it, but the way she’s eating me up pushes me to put on a show for her. Slow and easy, I peel it off my body.
Her breathing roughens as her eyes roam over my naked chest.
Under her lustful gaze, my cock hardens.
“Good God. Your body…”
“You like what you see?”
She approaches me.
“It’s one thing to have a handsome face, but when you combine that with…”—she waves a manicured finger up and down the length of my body—“wow.”
Her reactionis amusing.
“Are you buttering me up, Miss Schuyler, so I make you come again?”
She shakes her head. “You have that rugged gorgeousness I’ve never seen before. And you’re built like an Olympian god.”
My brows hike up to my forehead, surprised by her compliment.
“The tattoos…” Her eyes move around my chest and arms. “The muscles…” Her gaze bounces from my biceps to my legs, before settling on my stomach. “I’ve heard of a six-pack, but you’re sporting an eight-pack, or is it a ten-pack?” She’s on a roll. “You’re even more intimidating half-naked than you are all dressed-up in a power suit.”
“Are you done objectifying me?”
