Page 24 of Serving the Mogul

And more.

While I drove into her with a force that made her whimper, she orgasmed again before I could give in to my own. As my muscles relaxed, I dropped onto the bed, rolled to my side, and pulled her into the curve of my body.

Typically, this was the time I’d get up, shower, and send my companion for the night off by herself.

Burying my face in Tina’s hair, I murmured, “After we catch our breath, I’m going to have you again.”

“Hmmm…okay. You might kill me at this pace, but…okay.”

She covered the hand I had resting on her belly.

That made me smile while a strange warmth settled in my chest.

What the fuck was it about her?

Ten

Tina

I woke wrappedin warmth and feeling pleasantly achy.

After moments of confusion, I remembered the reason I ached.

Holy shit, girl.

Memories of last night flooded through me.

Maximus was stretched out behind me, his arm around my waist as he held me against him.

What an odd experience.

I could count on one hand the number of times I’d spent the night at some guy’s place—and that included Cecil, my only serious boyfriend, since I’d ended things with the guy I’d dated in high school.

Maximus stirred behind me, and I closed my eyes, almost afraid of how the next few minutes would play out.

But then he kissed my shoulder. “Morning.”

The soft, intimate murmur made my heart stutter. Unable to resist the temptation to see him, I wiggled around in bed and examined his handsome face. Thin, early morning light shone in through sheer curtains, allowing just enough illumination for us to see each other.

“Good morning, Maximus.”

His eyelids drooped. “James.”

“What?”

He reached up and cupped my cheek. “My first name is James. I’d like you to call me that.”

“Okay…James.” That felt even more intimate than being wrapped in this cocoon of bed linens and blankets…and I liked it. “I wasn’t planning on falling asleep and spending the night.”

“I’m glad you did.” He skimmed a hand up my arm, then back down. “I enjoy the feel of you in my arms, Tina Siegler.”

My heart lurched, then started dancing in my chest. Even though the admission left me feeling vulnerable, I confessed, “I think I enjoy being in your arms, James Maximus.”

His smile was adorably crooked. “I guess it all works out rather well then.”

“I guess so.”

He rolled and tucked me under him, spreading my thighs and rocking against me while his hands stroked over me, and his mouth rediscovered the places he’d found last night.

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