Page 69 of Serving the Mogul

“Please…Please…pleasepleasepleaseplease…” I begged.

“More?” he asked, breathing ragged. “Harder? Faster?”

“Yes!”

The muscles in his legs and arms bulged as he gave me what I wanted—a full, deep, and rough penetration. While helplessly restrained, I stared at our reflection, the erotic display we made as he drove into me repeatedly. The climax that had been building in me exploded, almost destroying me.

Twenty-Six

Maximus

As I leanedagainst the leather padding of my executive chair, I listened to the conference call with only half an ear, most of my attention reliving last night.

Tina, in an open white dress shirt and nothing else.

Bent over and restrained, cuffed to the custom workhorse while I plied the paddle.

Tina, begging me to fuck her, and later Tina, asleep in my arms all night.

I couldn’t pick a favorite memory. I’d tried so hard that I had to clear my schedule for the afternoon—all for one purpose, to spend time with Tina.

The intercom chirped.

“Maximus?”

“Yes, Miranda?” The interruption from my assistant was a reminder that I needed to get back to work. I had calls and emails to answer.

“Miles Dawes from Reactionary Inc just called and said he had a personal emergency and won’t be able to make the teleconference at noon.”

Okay, a sign.

“Thank you, Miranda. Contact everybody and tell them we’ll need to reschedule? Without the input from Dawes and his team, there’s no point in holding the teleconference.”

“I’m already on it, sir. After that, I’m leaving for lunch. Is there anything you want?”

Before I could respond, an idea popped into my head. “No, and in fact, Miranda. After you make those calls, take the rest of the day off. You’ve been working your tail off for the past few months to get everything ready.

Her brief pause was the only sign I’d surprised her. “Thank you, sir.”

Ending the connection, I picked up my cell phone.

I still had calls to handle and the emails.

But I would not get shit done with Tina dominating my thoughts.

I pushed her number on the screen and waited for her to pick up.

“Tina Siegler speaking,” she called out over background noise. Her breathing was faster than usual.

“Hello.”

Her breath hitched. “Ah, hi.”

The faint trace of nerves made me smile, but it annoyed me, too. Tina shouldn’t be nervous when I called. I wanted her to expect my calls.

“I’ve just got my afternoon open,” I said as I closed the crowded calendar, glaring at me from the computer screen. “And I was thinking about coming by the site to see how things are coming along.”

Her pause was hardly noticeable; however, I paid too much attention to her to overlook anything.

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