Page 143 of Serving the Mogul

“I’d rather you do it.”

His hand tightened on my chin. “Hmmm.”

But instead of doing anything beyond that, he dipped his head and kissed my brow. “Go shower. I’ve got food on the way. You need something in you.”

“I needyouin me.”

His lids drooped, eyes going heavy…hungry.

Then he pushed me off his lap. Saving me from flopping onto the floor—barely—he hauled me against him and bit my lower lip.

“Ow.” I glared at him.

“Serves you right. Brat.” He caught my hips and pulled me against him.

My breath got tangled in my throat, a whimper barely squeezing through.

“Shower, now,” he murmured against my lips. He kissed me softly. “Then…maybe…” He pulled me even closer, the thick length of his erection a brand against me. “I’ll see about giving you what you want. After you give me what I want.”

He touched a finger to my lips.

“Fine,” I huffed. Leaning in, I kissed him once more. “You know, my mom and dad have a room for me. I don’t have to be subjected to sexual torture like this.”

He flashed a grin as I pulled away. “But you like sexual torture, Tina. Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll bend you over and spank you, and remind you how much you like it.”

My knees went weak.

Not wanting to lose out on that reminder, I headed upstairs.

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“Dina calledwhile you were in the shower.” James put a plate in front of me, eyes lingering on the deep vee of the silk nightie I wore.

My nipples were tight from the look he’d given me when I’d walked in wearing the slip-styled nightgown, the color a deep blue, cut high on the thigh, with a plunging back.

Before James, I would have felt too self-conscious to wear it, even alone.

But under the warmth of his gaze, I felt like Aphrodite.

“Does she want me to call her back?” I asked, reaching for the wine he’d poured.

He sat in the chair next to mine and enjoyed his wine. “She asked if you were staying here. I told her I thought you might be, but it was up to you.”

Smiling, I put the wine down. “I already told her I’d probably stay here with you.”

Blowing him a kiss, I picked up my fork and knife, then cut into the chicken.

“I’m going to enjoy my food and then I’m going to do something bratty just so you’llhaveto punish me.”

James paused his wine glass in mid-air and studied me over the rim. “How bratty?”

I took a bite, considering the question.

James leaned back in his chair, that knowing glint in his eye. I was jerking his chain.

“Hmm...let’s see.” I touched a finger to my temple. “Am I in the mood for a spanking and hard fuck…or you bend me over the table…” I wiggled my brows.

“I’m the one who decides the punishment, Tina.”

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