Page 112 of Serving the Mogul

He kissed me, a little rough, a little wild, and all male.

I burned for him...from the inside out.

He broke the kiss, and I whispered, “Don’t make me wait. Not tonight. I just want to forget.”

His eyes bore into mine for a passionate moment, then he nodded, lowering me to the ground. I froze, afraid I’d melt into a puddle if he let go.

“Take off your panties,” he said.

I did. I reached under my sundress, pushing them to my knees, then letting gravity take over. Once on the floor, I kicked them aside. I ran the back of my hand along the front of his jeans, feeling the hard, heavy length of him. “Can I?”

“I’ll let you run the show tonight,” he murmured, pushing into my hand. “Consider it part of my apology.”

I searched his face, uncertain, but the small half-smile on his lips assured me.

“You’re letting me be in charge, hmmm?” Stroking him more boldly, I pretended to consider the idea. By no means was I shy, but the thought of taking charge and giving him orders of a sexual nature made my cheeks flush with heat.

He must have sensed something, because his smile took on a wicked slant. “Yes. I’m not going to do a thing without your say-so. I’m not going to touch you, kiss you, shove my face against your delicious pussy so I can eat you out until you tell me. I won’t pick you up and fuck you against the wall until you tell me. And I’ll keep on fucking you until you tell me I can come.”

Then, as if to prove himself, he put both hands on the wall just above my shoulders.

The smile he gave me was a pure sensual challenge.

I’d always loved a good challenge.

With an eager smile, I unfastened his jeans, staring into his eyes all the while.

I had the zipper half open when I paused and looked down. The sundress I’d slipped into after my shower was comfortable and light. And nearly falling to the floor. Smiling into James’s eyes, I said, “I’m a little hot.”

His pupils flared as I tugged the stretchy bodice down until it was below my breasts, leaving them bare while the rest of my body was covered.

“That’s better,” I told him. “But I bet you’re hot, too.”

Nudging him from the wall, I caught the hemline of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, my nipples brushing his chest as I rose onto my toes.

He hissed, and the sound caught me off guard. He was always rigid, always in control. I took a step back to see him more clearly and studied him.

A smile tugged at his lips.

“You’re in control, Tina. Not me. I don’t have to hide what you’re doing to me…not tonight.”

I leaned against the wall and hooked my fingers in his belt loops. “I’m not so good at hiding what you do to me…or what it does to me being near you.” Holding his gaze, I tugged him closer, then trailed one finger down his length, his briefs barely able to contain him. “What it does to me when I touch you.”

His eyelids drooped at the rough, shaky admission.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “You’re not being graded.”

With a soft laugh, I finished unzipping him. “Well,thatis good.”

I worked his jeans and briefs down together. His cock sprang free, and I closed my fingers around the heavy length.

But when he pushed into my hand, I said, “I thought you would not do anything without my say-so.”

“I think you’ll do better at this than you think.” He locked his muscles and went still under my hands, groaning as I tightened my fingers and began to stroke.

Liquid heat gathered between my thighs, and I clenched them together, groaning at the empty ache inside.

“You’re aching for me,” he said gruffly.

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