Page 83 of Serving the Mogul

Thirty

Maximus

Passion radiatedfrom her eyes as she said the words that made my carefully constructed walls crumble.

Tugging her closer, I pressed my mouth to her lips. Hands going to her waist, I pulled her closer, loving the soft, warm strength of her body.

“I want you,” I murmured, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“Then have me.”

This gift of her body and trust would have been enough to undo me even if I hadn’t wanted her with such a pure, primal desire. All of it put together?

Instead of shoving her short dress to her hips and burying myself in her right there, I nudged her back.

“I plan on doing just that.” But I wanted more than a hard, rough fuck this time. Tenderness, something I wasn’t familiar with, flooded me as I cupped her face in my hands. “But…not yet.”

She poked her lip in a playful pout, huffing her breath. “Why not?”

“Because I said.” I nipped her lower lip. “Why don’t you go run yourself a bath? I’ll bring you a drink.”

Her eyelids drooped. “I showered after I got home.”

“Yes, but you dropped your drink.” I wondered what that fruity concoction might taste like if I licked it from her skin. “And when was the last time you took a long lazy bath?”

Her eyes widened slightly, head cocked as she pondered. “It’s been…a while.”

“Then go run the water. I’ll be up soon.”

She gave me a considerate look, then with a hint of a smile, she said, “Alright.”

I’d finished making my calls just a few minutes after the water stopped running.

Opening the fridge, I found a pitcher of some cherry pink beverage. One sniff told me it had to be the drinks she made—the scent of tequila was unmistakable. I poured a fresh serving into the plastic glass she’d washed out and left drying in the rack next to the sink.

She’d left the door cracked, and I nudged it open, leaning against the doorframe.

Steam billowed out.

She had her head resting on the curved edge of the bathtub, turning it to look at me with a lazy smile. “Is that for me?”

“Yes.” I walked over and sat on the edge of the tub, offering it.

She took it, eyes on me, as she sipped at the pink beverage. “Yum.”

“The only way I’d be inclined to try it would be if I licked it off your body––drop by drop.”

She bit her lip and wobbled the glass teasingly. “I don’t mind.”

“Behave. I have a delivery on the way, so I’ve only got a few minutes.”

“Delivery?” She straightened in the tub.

My mouth went dry as her breasts lifted free from the water, droplets rolling down to cling to her nipples before slowly releasing. I checked my watch. I had a few minutes. Reaching out, I took the margarita, passed it to my free hand.

Heat filled her eyes as I guided her to her feet.

“I thought you had a delivery coming.”

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