Page 21 of Serving the Mogul

She leaned into me, but I didn’t let myself touch her.

One kiss and the control I was clinging to might falter altogether.

The ride was smooth and silent, the doors not opening until we glided to a stop on the top floor. I took Tina’s hand and led her to my office, using my phone to unlock the door.

The lights were still on low from earlier, and I didn’t adjust them. I walked Tina through the main office area to the door that led to the living quarters.

It was a simple but elegant set-up, a small kitchenette and living room with an oversized bedroom. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the Houston skyline. It usually drew a glance from me, but I had other sights to investigate tonight.

Taking Tina to the giant king bed, I lowered my mouth to hers.

She pushed up onto her toes, curling her arms around my neck, her lips parting when I slid my tongue along the seam.

Catching the hem of her shirt, I slid one hand under it, seeking soft, warm skin.

She shivered.

Smiling against her lips, I whispered, “You told me to ask later. It’s later. Why were you shivering earlier?”

The muted lights in the room were just enough to let me see the flush of her cheeks as she answered, “Because I want you. It’s so…intense. I can barely breathe through it.”

The raw, naked words had about the same impact as if she scraped her nails down my chest, flooding me with male satisfaction.

I wanted to turn her around, strip away the trim black trousers she wore and push into her. A hard, fast fuck, spanking the curve of her ass as she came, maybe hold off letting her orgasm until she begged.

But I had no idea how she’d handle any of that.

“Show me,” I whispered instead, catching her lower lip between my teeth and tugging. “Strip for me. I’m dying to see you naked.”

I made myself let her go, back up a few steps to see how she’d react.

A faint smile flirted with her lips, but despite the color on her cheeks, she didn’t hesitate.

My dick, already hard, felt like it might explode as she caught the hem of her top, a soft, silvery blue, and tugged it up. Slowly.

By the time it cleared her head, I was about ready to shred it.

Shit…her bra. White lace, delicate, a soft blue bow in the middle, and cups that plumped and pushed her tits up until they looked like they were a banquet on display for me.

“Leave the bra.”

She’d just gone to unhook the back, but at my rough command, she stopped. Something that might have been wariness flashed through her eyes, but it disappeared fast, and she gave me a wicked smile that had my swollen dick pulsing in response.

Her slim fingers made quick work of the tab and zipper of her pants, and I closed my eyes, swearing as she bent forward in a teasing shimmy that hid most of her while pushing them down.

She stopped with the pants halfway between her hips and knees, looking up at me with pursed lips. “I forgot my sandals.”

Swearing, I strode forward and caught her around the waist, boosting her up and onto the edge of the bed.

Laughter escaped her, followed by a whimper as I dragged down the pants, slightly delayed as they tangled in those forgotten sandals. However, persistence was my specialty, and soon I worked them free.

She rewarded me with the sight of her drawing one leg up so she could brace her sandaled foot on the bed, treating me to an erotic vision that I wanted to capture forever.

Long silvery cords twined up around her lower legs, from the top of the sandals to her knees in a latticework design.

“Nice,” I murmured, trailing my finger over the material.

A lazy smile curved her lips. “I wasn’t about to laser-tag in heels, but these…well. Not every woman can wear gladiator sandals. The style just doesn’t work on you unless you’ve got the right legs. I do.”

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