Page 29 of Claiming His Virgin Mate

“So, you own the hotel outright?” she sat up straighter.

“Not me. You and Joelle. It was in that stack of papers I had you sign last week,” he said.

“What?”

“I didn’t want you to be angry, kit, but I could never take this place from you.”

“Angry? Why would I be angry? And what about your boss, your Neta?” she corrected herself.

“What about him?”

“Isn’t he mad he lost all that money?”

“You don’t understand,Ibought the loan out.”

“You? How can I pay you back?” she worried.

“Maggie, I don’t know how to tell you this, but that loan was a drop in the bucket,” he shrugged and ducked his head.

She could tell from the pink stain across his cheeks talking about his wealth embarrassed him. Maggie smiled, and he finally seemed to exhale, snuggling her close.

“You’re not mad?” he asked.

“How could I be mad? It’s not every day a gorgeous man gives me millions of dollars then makes me scream his name,” she bit her lip and stroked his naked chest, “Will you stay the night? Joelle is sleeping over at Charley’s.”

“If I get in that bed with you, kit, I’m not leaving,” his voice seemed to drop another octave and warmth filled her.

“Good,” she murmured, nuzzling his mouth with her lips.

All that time in the shower, he hadn’t kissed her mouth and suddenly, she missed it, wanted it desperately. She needed to kiss him. The intimacy of it, the closeness, she wanted to feel all of that with him.

“Kiss me,” she whispered against his lips.

And that was the last coherent thought Maggie had before her Tiger claimed her mouth.

Now if only he would claim the rest of her, her inner voice spoke up again, but Maggie simply sighed and gave herself over to the feeling of being in his arms.

Chapter Ten

Alex arrived at Maggie’s room with the intention of simply sharing the news of Edward Coleson’s capture, but every thought left his head the second he heard her moaning in the shower.

His feet moved of their own accord, until he was standing there, watching her through the curtain. Then that wasn’t enough, and he peeled the thing back. Alex could have died right there a happy man.

His mate was a vision. All curves and valleys, her skin slick and pink from the warm water of the shower. As if that wasn’t temptation enough, the hazel-eyed goddess was sitting with her legs splayed, strumming her fingers over her sex.

Her plump pussy lips begged him for a taste, but he stood his ground. Unwilling to break the spell. Still, that did not mean he had to be idle. Alex unzipped his jeans, relishing the feel of his own hand wrapped around his cock. He jerked himself slowly, watching as she fondled herself lustily.

She beckoned him like a water nymph, tempting sailors to their end. But oh, what an end it would be! Alex would be more than okay if that were it for him. And for one simple reason, she was it for him.

“Need,” she moaned, and then he was moving.

His jeans got soaked, but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed her on his tongue. The first swipe was better than a cool drink on a hot day, hell, it was like diving into a pool after a month in the desert. She was sweet and salty, perfect in every way. Like his own personal flavor gods had added a bit of this and that just for him.

“Mine,” he growled against her sex, sending reverberations pulsating through her body.

Tremors shook her frame, and soon she was begging for him to do something, anything, to relieve the ache. Fuck, he felt it, too. And who was he to deny his mate? When would he ever say no to her?

Never. He would never deny her a fucking thing. Her sweet innocence was like manna from the heavens, and he drank it all down greedily. Every whimper and moan, every flex of her hips, the way her thighs squeezed his head, fuck, it was so good.

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