Page 84 of Serving the Mogul

“I do. But first, I’m going to get you all hot and wet for me, and then I’ll leave you for a couple of minutes.” I’d kicked my shoes and socks off earlier, preparing for the seduction I had in mind. Now I was glad because it made it that much easier to swivel on the edge of the tub and put one leg into the water.

“Your pants,” Tina murmured.

“I don’t care.” Dipping a finger into her margarita, I brought it out and painted the cold liquid over her taut nipple.

She gasped, goosebumps pebbling her flesh. A second later, she was moaning, her hands pushing into my hair as I pulled her closer and closed my mouth over the swollen tight pink bud, sucking, scoring it with my teeth.

“Delicious,” I breathed as I pulled back.

Tina gripped my shoulders, her nails pricking even through the material of my shirt.

“More,” she demanded.

I obliged her, this time pulling an ice cube from the glass. “You look a little warm all over. Let me cool you down.”

She cried out as I circled the ice cube around her nipple, over it, across it. This time, when I leaned in to lick her, I didn’t grip her against me. Instead, I used the ice cube to keep painting a trail down her body.

She gasped when I reached the curls between her thighs, moaned as I rubbed it over her clitoris. I put the glass down blindly, hoping it stayed where I put it because Tina was trembling so hard now, I worried she might collapse against me if I didn’t support her.

“Spread your thighs.”

She shifted them apart a bare inch, but it was enough.

She jerked and cried my name as I pushed the ice cube into her cunt.

“You’re still so hot.” Pulling her down to straddle my lap, not caring about the water or anything else, I hooked the back of her neck and slammed my mouth to hers. I swallowed down her whimper, slipping my hand back between her thighs. The ice cube was melting—I could feel the slick heat of her body’s natural wetness mingling with the cold water. I used it to tease her clitoris, felt her muscles clenching as she drew closer and closer to coming.

“Please.” She tore her mouth from mine, her head falling back. “James…please….”

Scissoring two fingers inside her pussy, I twisted them. The ice had made her silky tissues cooler, but she was already burning again, and it was enough to drive me out of my mind. Only a few threads of control remained—that and my promise to myself that I’d seduce her this time. Circling her clitoris with my thumb, I worked her to orgasm as I clenched my jaw against the urge to tear my trousers open and thrust into her right there.

She cried out, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed.

Although my cock pounded in eager demand, the feel of her sagging against me as the climax ended, her body all loose and wet and hot from her bath, was the best damn feeling in the world.

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She was still wearingthe blue silk robe they’d delivered. I asked her to wear it while we ate our dinner, which they also had delivered. Stepping into her room, she turned to me. She swayed closer, the dim light from the late summer sun shining in through a narrow gap in the curtains.

That light was the only illumination, save for what little made it in from the windows in the hall behind us.

I kissed her, but caught her hands before she could touch me, guiding them to the small of her back.

“James…” Her breath hitched in her chest.

I bit her lower lip. “Behave.”

She licked her tongue over the small hurt, eyes hot with lust. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Tina…” Laughing despite how my dick was now hard as iron, I smoothed my free hand down her side, resting my fingers on her hip. “I believe you want me to punish you.”

“Maybe.” It came out breathy and unsteady.

“Then be good. I’ll give you what you want…later. But for now, I want something.”

Her eyes widened when I showed her the blindfold, but she closed them as I went to put it in place. Her cheeks flushed with arousal.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

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