Page 110 of Off Limits Mogul

I avert my gaze.

“Look at me,” he says.

I do as I’m told.

“How do you know about Dark Compulsion?”

I play dumb. “Didn’t you mention it last night over dinner?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Hmmm…”

The wheels in my head spin faster than a whirligig in a whirlwind as I struggle to find a way out.

“Arianne told you,” he says.

“In her defense, she was tipsy.”

“What did she tell you about Dark Compulsion?”

I clear my throat, buying some time to find the right words. I don’t want to incriminate Arianne. “It’s a––”

Something takes over me.

I nix the safe answer.

I slide my hand up his chest, to the back of his head, and weave my fingers in his hair.

“I’m waiting,” he says.

I bite my lower lip and dive in with both feet. “If you’re allowed to bring your girlfriend…” I pause.

His blue eyes turn dark indigo.

“She’s up for a little––or a lot of––kinky.”

His eyes widen and then narrow.

He leans close enough for his breath to skate over my temple. “You’re on.”

I swallow.

“Now that you have me all worked up, fuck breakfast. I need your pussy swallowing my cock.”

Chapter 22

Rhys

Inever have a problem reporting for duty, but this morning I wanted to stay wrapped up in Keira’s embrace like I did yesterday. Our day together came and went way too fast for my liking.

Today, is about adulting and not fucking like I have no care in the world. As I ride the elevator from the garage to the executive floor at SCORE, I pull out my phone intending to shoot Keira a quick text. Never mind our filthy morning quickie or our passionate goodbye kiss, I need to hear from her before I jump into what’s most likely going to be a hectic day. I’m about to type a message when one from Beckett flies across my screen.

I ignore it.