Page 96 of Damaged Mogul
“Are we clear?” The lust-filled gaze he levels me with causes my pussy to pulse. Nope. Not pulse. I’m doing Kegel exercises.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Now you can touch me,” he says. “My cock needs attention.”
I run a finger along his chest, tracing tattooed music notes and stars in a languorous movement, before traveling down his body until I reach the prize. I curl my hand around his impressive length, and stroke him up and down.
“You have an eye-popping shaft?—”
“Cock,” he says. “Dick, is also acceptable.” His eyes lower. “He’s American. Not European.”
I laugh. “Your American cock is cut.”
“Mr. Cheater Douchebag wasn’t?”
I shake my head. “No. And he wasn’t as big as you. Notthat I ever pulled out a ruler, but it’s like comparing a baby carrot to a zucchini.”
“Which begs the question. Didn’t you want a smaller cock for your first time?”
“I wantedyoufor my first time. Big dick, big balls, and all.”
Gage Hollingsworth bursts out laughing, his broad shoulders shaking.
I stare at him, my mouth agape.
After several heartbeats, he finds his composure.
I’m still in a state of shock.
“What?”
“You know how to laugh?” I shake my head. “Wow. I didn’t think it was part of a curmudgeon’s DNA.”
“What’s a curmudgeon?”
“A bad-tempered geezer,” I say. “Who are you, imposter?” And what have you done with the real Gage Hollingsworth?”
“Smart ass.”
My grin is epic.
He lifts me from my seat, placing me between him and the table so I’m standing in the V of his thighs.
Okay, that was impressive.
God the man is strong.
With rough hands, he rips open the robe I’m wearing, leaving my body bare, save for my blush-colored panties.
I gasp.
His green eyes lift to meet mine before lowering to my body.
He growls, drinking me up. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I blush. “You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
