Page 91 of Damaged Mogul
I grow more and more worried under his stare, wiggling in my chair in discomfort. “I’m sure you’re used to women with so much more experience than me. Being with a silly virgin must be a downgrade for you.”
“I can’t fake an erection. Neither can I fake coming.”
I hope he’s not surgarcoating it.“Okay.”
“I’m not bullshitting you.”
Is he telling me the truth?
My inexperience is shining brighter than a neon sign.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I wanted you so damn much from the moment I saw you yesterday.”
My eyes grow wide. “Oh.”
“What happened between us tonight wasn’t about ending the evening with a woman, it was about ending the evening withyou. Since yesterday, I’ve been obsessed with kissing you. I didn’t expect I’d need to devour the rest of you. The thing is, once our lives crossed, I couldn’t put the brakes on.”
I blink.
Mother of God.
The man who spent most of our first encounter growling at me, just pulled the rug from under my feet. I’m not stupid enough to think it’s a love declaration, but his confession tugs at something inside me. Gage Hollingsworth is a man of few words, but when he speaks, hold on to your fascinator.
“To answer your question,” he says, “I’m not disappointed at all.” He leans into me. Something dangerous veils his green eyes. “Not only are you a hot little thing, but now, your tight pussy has been perfectly molded for my cock.”
Did the temperature in the room go up by a hundred degrees?
“Next time, I won’t be as gentle.”
Holy Jesus.
“But before I fuck you again, I need to know why you didn’t warn me? What’s your story, Lily Schuyler?”
He deserves an explanation.
“Dating is an interesting topic,” I say. “After boarding school, I went to the University of Paris. When I arrived in the City of Light, my father had a long list of potential suitors––sons of his business connections. Some were Parisians. Others were like me, studying in Paris. I didn’t connect with any of them, and the idea of dating someone my father dictated was unappealing. I told him I wanted to focus on my studies. Miracle of miracles, he didn’t push.”
“I’m surprised.”
“That makes two of us. My father is a bulldozer when he’s on a mission, which is often.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Is that how you ended up becoming my bodyguard?” Why else would a powerful mogul agree to be my babysitter?
“Yes.” He nods. “But I’m glad I agreed.”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent the smile threatening to part my lips in a huge grin.
“For once, hanging out with one of my father-imposed companions wasn’t an excruciating exercise.”
“Glad to be of service.”
We stare at each other for a beat, the electricity crackling between us.
I discovered what sex was a New York minute ago. How can I crave it again so soon?
I shake my head, hoping to dissipate the hedonistic haze engulfing me.
