Page 159 of Off Limits Mogul

“I still have my training wheels on, so be gentle. When you go talk to him, please keep it PG rated. I don’t need to hear—or see—my sister and my best friend making out. And for the love of God, no make-up sex.” His expression is priceless.

A laugh bubbles in my chest at his unwavering protectiveness. I place my left hand against my heart and lift my right one. “I promise. No funny business while you’re here… just cuddly hugs, chaste kisses, raindrops on roses, rainbows after the rain, and everything nice and sweet.”

My brother grins wide. “That, I can deal with.”

I roll my eyes.

With a hesitant step, I cross the hallway to Rhys’s room.

His door is ajar.

I’m about to knock, but his echoing voice has me reconsidering. I peek through the opening. His phone is pressed to his ear, and he’s pacing his bedroom, wearing nothing more than a pair of gray workout shorts.

Damn.

I have to remind myself why I’m here. Salivating over his sculpted body isn’t on the list… not until I’m waving my brother off.

“Okay, Mom,” he says. “I’ll tell them. Noah will be excited to see you again. No. Don’t worry about bringing anything. I have dinner covered. Just get here. See you in ninety-minutes.”

He hangs up.

“Knock, knock, knock.” I rap on the door.

His gaze meets mine.

“Hey. Come on in.”

“Hey,” I say.

I swallow, trying to not glance down at his shorts.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear. Your mom is coming over for dinner?”

“She invited herself over when she found out your brother was in town.”

I giggle. “Those two have such a great relationship.”

“I keep reminding herI’mher only son,” he says.

I close the gap between us.

I stare up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“If you’re standing here with a smile stretching your lips, I gather Noah and you talked?”

I nod. “We did.”

I keep my eyes on his to pretend I’m immune to the badass ink, the yummy strip of hair that disappears under his shorts, or the divine lines of his V-muscle.

I wonder if I’ll ever get used to his godly body.

When I wasn’t fuming at him during the day, images from last night’s multiple steamy sessions flashed in front of my eyes. I’d love to take credit for the bold striptease and basket of props, but once again, unofficial sex doctor, Michaela Knight, came to the rescue. Apparently, we have one of the employees who works for her hotel to thank because she just discovered theiconic eighties movie, and it revived her marriage. A quick trip to French Appliqué and a few other stores, and I was ready for a sexy night with my boyfriend.

“Keira?”

He breaks my trance.

I blink.