Page 95 of Damaged Mogul
A pole is tenting under his robe.
Adding fuel to the fire, he parts his legs. Unlike me, he isn’t wearing any underwear. The fabric of the robe slides, revealing strong, muscular thighs, and…
Did his cock grow by several inches?
Oh, boy.
Old Lily would agree with him on the all talk, no action part, aware she’s no match. LA Lily has a decisively more daring and bold approach.
Challenge accepted.
I lean forward and allow my hand to drift over his thigh, moving closer to his mighty erection.
My pulse quickens as my hand explores his body.
He moans.
God, I love that I do that to him.
His eager hands work on the tie holding the sash at his waist, pushing the robe fully open. I didn’t think I could find tattoos attractive, but he’s proved me wrong.
The man is unbelievably well-built and my mouth waters at the sight of him. It’s a struggle to tear my gaze away from his tattooed chest, chiseled rippled eight-pack, and his happy trail that runs from below his bellybutton to the top of his pelvis. And there’s thepièce de resistance… the V-muscle… it makes me want to drop to my knees between his legs and lick it.
God Almighty.
I reach out a hand.
“I haven’t given you permission to touch me.”
My eyes fly up.
I’m about to laugh, but his expression has me reconsidering.
He’s serious.
“Igive you permission to come andIgive you permission to touch me.”
I’mbaffled.
He narrows his eyes. “I’m guessing that’s not how it worked with Mr. Cheater Douchebag?”
Jean-Philippe was a puppy dog, always eager to roll over for a belly rub. Gage is an Italian mastiff. He’s the indisputable top dog.
I can’t explain it, but a frisson of excitement runs through me.
I shake my head.
“Words, Lily.”
“No.”
“Everything is different, angel, now that I’ve claimed you.”
I’ll have to thank Nads for introducing me to steamy romance novels.
I thought alpha males could only be found between the pages of a book. These men exist in real life?
Color me surprised.
