Mogul
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He takes them and sneaks a peek before sliding them into his suit pocket.
I’m biting my lip and flushing all over, laughing inwardly. “So it seems that casually dating also means recklessly flirting.”
“There’s nothing casual about anything relating to you, Sara.”
Our wine arrives. After Ian gives it his approval, the waiter pours me a glass. I smile and drink it, enjoying the evening. At Daniel. With the best wine. And the hottest man in the city.
“Watch the wine. I wouldn’t want you drunk before the first course.” He teases me after I’ve had two glasses.
“Of course not—you want me drunk by the last.”
He laughs and tuts flirtatiously, and I laugh too. A little too giddy.
“You were a gentleman that night,” I admit, then my eyes tease him. “Maybe in your own interests, too. I bet you’re so full of yourself, you don’t like doing a woman and having her forget. That wouldn’t do for your ego.”
“That’s right, Dancer. If I’ll be remembering and dedicating a few to that evening with you, the least you can do for me is remember and do the same.”
His smile is wolfish, and his stare penetrating, and I’m enjoying this far too much for it to be casual. Like Ian just said about me, there is nothing casual about this or my feelings for him. I try not to get too involved in the way he looks across the table. And the way his gaze stays focused on me.
“How are you liking your new home? Are you liking it better than the Four Seasons?” I ask him.
“I can’t say I do. No sexy concierge to lure to my bedroom.”
I smile again. How does this damn man do that?
“How was your friend’s business launch?” He sounds interested, sobering as he shifts forward in his seat.
“Phenomenal,” I say happily. “Orders exceeded our expectations and the service is spectacular. I ordered this little dress and what do you know. I found the box on my way into my apartment today.”
“Let’s have a look.”
“Like you didn’t look already.”
I blush but go ahead and stand and twirl; then I glance around to be sure I didn’t draw too much attention and sit back down. Ian smiles and takes my hand over the table. It’s so warm and large compared to mine that I feel as if he’s enveloped me whole.
“Did you purchase it thinking of putting it on, or me taking it off you?” His voice is husky now, intimate. Like the setting.
“A lady never tells her deepest musings.”
“Doesn’t she?” His thumb caresses mine as he smiles to himself, waiting for my reply.
“Who am I kidding? I’m no lady. I want you to take it off me tonight,” I admit in a sultry whisper. I lift his hand to my lips and kiss the knuckle of his thumb; then I lick it out of impulse.
I’m hungry. What can I say?
“Hands? Tongue? Teeth? How do you want me to take it off you?” He scrapes his thumb across my bottom lip, the caress causing my temperature to rise.
“All of them,” I admit.
He dips his thumb into my mouth again, extracting it when the waiter appears with our first course.
“Bon appétit,” says François, who accompanied him to the table. He leans close to Ian. “The lady has quite the eye for you.”
“François!” My fork clatters against my salad plate.
“I only say it, Miss Sara, because the gentleman has the eye for you. See, I know these things.” He winks.
I groan and shake my head. “Obviously that’s what we get for flirting so openly. People think this is serious.”
“That’s their problem. Not ours.” He eyes me. “I’m serious about that dress, though.”
* * *
“I enjoyed you tonight.”
“You’ll enjoy me even more in a bit,” I promise as we walk the streets of New York. It’s chilly, and I find myself pressing up against his side as he hails a cab.
“I got the sheets I promised. Pots and pans so you can make me some eggs in the morning,” he says in my ear as we walk to the curb.
“Right. You’ll be bringing me breakfast in bed.”
“It’s my bed. Little Sara.”
“That’s right and I’m the guest. That’s how guests should be treated.”
We both smile as he swings the back door of the cab open for me.
When we’re settled in the back, I run my fingers up his muscular thigh as we head to his townhome. “I want to fuck you upside down, sideways, and every way possible, Sara,” he says, turning my face to him.
I catch my breath and shift, stroking his erection as I tilt my head and press my breasts to the side of his chest. “Yes, please, and thank you,” I say in his ear.
He grabs my face to him and groans as he eases a hand between my thighs, surprising me by stroking one finger across my wet sex, reminding me that my panties are in his pocket. “I could do you right here, right now, kitten. But it’d be a shame for me not to remove this slinky little gold dress.”
We are both hot and frantic by the time he shuts the door of his townhouse behind him. He reaches for the back zipper of my dress, letting it fall in a pool of gold at my feet.
“Now let’s see what this pot of gold holds.” His rasp tickles my ear as he nibbles my earlobe and caresses my bare shoulders. He drags his hands down, down, down my bare arms, to scoop me up and carry me upstairs, where he tosses me onto his bed, where we fuck the living daylights out of each other.
Ian
I wake up with a sore back, a stiff neck, and a Cheshire Cat grin on my face. I shift and crack my neck to the side and discover the reason: Sara. She looks like a wet dream, lying on my mattress, spooning my side, her head under my arm, her dark hair over my bicep. I reach out with my free hand and stroke a strand of silken hair, wrapping it around my index finger.
It’s been a long time since I slept with the warmth of a woman next to me. I remember when I was a teenager, eager to steal Cordelia into my bedroom and feel her warmth, her heat, her love.
I haven’t wanted her love in a long time. Anyone’s.
I’m not so sure now.
This girl is into me. I can see it. Feel it.
I’m addicted to it. I’m addicted to her.
How the hell did this happen?
Was I looking for her? Did I want to get entangled with another woman after Cordelia?
No. But now her scent fuels me. Now the numbness is gone and there’s only fire and hope.
Now there’s Sara. Where this is going, I cannot be sure. I’ve been a bad judge of character before. Too caught up in work to step back and take notice of what was going on in my own home. All I know is that this is what happiness feels like.
I just didn’t remember.
Didn’t remember waking up with more to life than another film, another script, another project. Waking up wanting to fuck life the way I want to fuck the woman lying next to me.
I groan and shift, adjusting my dick before getting out of bed.
I can’t get enough of her.
The way she flirts back, giving me fire for fire.
I’ve got her lying in bed and I can’t wait for more of her.
I step out and phone Jake to check up on the LA projects and his upcoming flight to New York.
Leaving a message, I head to the shower. I rub the back of my neck and relax my muscles, feeling the little she-cat’s claw marks on my back. I twist the knob and make the water cold, trying to cool down the hard-on I got by merely waking up next to her, sleeping naked and smelling like a goddess from above. I step out of the shower, wrap a towel around my hips, and head back into the bedroom. The sound of me shutting the bathroom door behind me stirs her, and her eyes flutter open.
I’m biting my lip and flushing all over, laughing inwardly. “So it seems that casually dating also means recklessly flirting.”
“There’s nothing casual about anything relating to you, Sara.”
Our wine arrives. After Ian gives it his approval, the waiter pours me a glass. I smile and drink it, enjoying the evening. At Daniel. With the best wine. And the hottest man in the city.
“Watch the wine. I wouldn’t want you drunk before the first course.” He teases me after I’ve had two glasses.
“Of course not—you want me drunk by the last.”
He laughs and tuts flirtatiously, and I laugh too. A little too giddy.
“You were a gentleman that night,” I admit, then my eyes tease him. “Maybe in your own interests, too. I bet you’re so full of yourself, you don’t like doing a woman and having her forget. That wouldn’t do for your ego.”
“That’s right, Dancer. If I’ll be remembering and dedicating a few to that evening with you, the least you can do for me is remember and do the same.”
His smile is wolfish, and his stare penetrating, and I’m enjoying this far too much for it to be casual. Like Ian just said about me, there is nothing casual about this or my feelings for him. I try not to get too involved in the way he looks across the table. And the way his gaze stays focused on me.
“How are you liking your new home? Are you liking it better than the Four Seasons?” I ask him.
“I can’t say I do. No sexy concierge to lure to my bedroom.”
I smile again. How does this damn man do that?
“How was your friend’s business launch?” He sounds interested, sobering as he shifts forward in his seat.
“Phenomenal,” I say happily. “Orders exceeded our expectations and the service is spectacular. I ordered this little dress and what do you know. I found the box on my way into my apartment today.”
“Let’s have a look.”
“Like you didn’t look already.”
I blush but go ahead and stand and twirl; then I glance around to be sure I didn’t draw too much attention and sit back down. Ian smiles and takes my hand over the table. It’s so warm and large compared to mine that I feel as if he’s enveloped me whole.
“Did you purchase it thinking of putting it on, or me taking it off you?” His voice is husky now, intimate. Like the setting.
“A lady never tells her deepest musings.”
“Doesn’t she?” His thumb caresses mine as he smiles to himself, waiting for my reply.
“Who am I kidding? I’m no lady. I want you to take it off me tonight,” I admit in a sultry whisper. I lift his hand to my lips and kiss the knuckle of his thumb; then I lick it out of impulse.
I’m hungry. What can I say?
“Hands? Tongue? Teeth? How do you want me to take it off you?” He scrapes his thumb across my bottom lip, the caress causing my temperature to rise.
“All of them,” I admit.
He dips his thumb into my mouth again, extracting it when the waiter appears with our first course.
“Bon appétit,” says François, who accompanied him to the table. He leans close to Ian. “The lady has quite the eye for you.”
“François!” My fork clatters against my salad plate.
“I only say it, Miss Sara, because the gentleman has the eye for you. See, I know these things.” He winks.
I groan and shake my head. “Obviously that’s what we get for flirting so openly. People think this is serious.”
“That’s their problem. Not ours.” He eyes me. “I’m serious about that dress, though.”
* * *
“I enjoyed you tonight.”
“You’ll enjoy me even more in a bit,” I promise as we walk the streets of New York. It’s chilly, and I find myself pressing up against his side as he hails a cab.
“I got the sheets I promised. Pots and pans so you can make me some eggs in the morning,” he says in my ear as we walk to the curb.
“Right. You’ll be bringing me breakfast in bed.”
“It’s my bed. Little Sara.”
“That’s right and I’m the guest. That’s how guests should be treated.”
We both smile as he swings the back door of the cab open for me.
When we’re settled in the back, I run my fingers up his muscular thigh as we head to his townhome. “I want to fuck you upside down, sideways, and every way possible, Sara,” he says, turning my face to him.
I catch my breath and shift, stroking his erection as I tilt my head and press my breasts to the side of his chest. “Yes, please, and thank you,” I say in his ear.
He grabs my face to him and groans as he eases a hand between my thighs, surprising me by stroking one finger across my wet sex, reminding me that my panties are in his pocket. “I could do you right here, right now, kitten. But it’d be a shame for me not to remove this slinky little gold dress.”
We are both hot and frantic by the time he shuts the door of his townhouse behind him. He reaches for the back zipper of my dress, letting it fall in a pool of gold at my feet.
“Now let’s see what this pot of gold holds.” His rasp tickles my ear as he nibbles my earlobe and caresses my bare shoulders. He drags his hands down, down, down my bare arms, to scoop me up and carry me upstairs, where he tosses me onto his bed, where we fuck the living daylights out of each other.
Ian
I wake up with a sore back, a stiff neck, and a Cheshire Cat grin on my face. I shift and crack my neck to the side and discover the reason: Sara. She looks like a wet dream, lying on my mattress, spooning my side, her head under my arm, her dark hair over my bicep. I reach out with my free hand and stroke a strand of silken hair, wrapping it around my index finger.
It’s been a long time since I slept with the warmth of a woman next to me. I remember when I was a teenager, eager to steal Cordelia into my bedroom and feel her warmth, her heat, her love.
I haven’t wanted her love in a long time. Anyone’s.
I’m not so sure now.
This girl is into me. I can see it. Feel it.
I’m addicted to it. I’m addicted to her.
How the hell did this happen?
Was I looking for her? Did I want to get entangled with another woman after Cordelia?
No. But now her scent fuels me. Now the numbness is gone and there’s only fire and hope.
Now there’s Sara. Where this is going, I cannot be sure. I’ve been a bad judge of character before. Too caught up in work to step back and take notice of what was going on in my own home. All I know is that this is what happiness feels like.
I just didn’t remember.
Didn’t remember waking up with more to life than another film, another script, another project. Waking up wanting to fuck life the way I want to fuck the woman lying next to me.
I groan and shift, adjusting my dick before getting out of bed.
I can’t get enough of her.
The way she flirts back, giving me fire for fire.
I’ve got her lying in bed and I can’t wait for more of her.
I step out and phone Jake to check up on the LA projects and his upcoming flight to New York.
Leaving a message, I head to the shower. I rub the back of my neck and relax my muscles, feeling the little she-cat’s claw marks on my back. I twist the knob and make the water cold, trying to cool down the hard-on I got by merely waking up next to her, sleeping naked and smelling like a goddess from above. I step out of the shower, wrap a towel around my hips, and head back into the bedroom. The sound of me shutting the bathroom door behind me stirs her, and her eyes flutter open.
