Page 207 of Off Limits Mogul

“You look so sexy.” He grazes my chin with his fingertips.

“Thank you.”

“Did the outfit seal the deal?”

For my big day, I selected a black blouse with an oversized, feminine bow at the neck which I paired with a hot pink fashionable A-line raw silk skirt that hits me right below the knee. My scar is still visible, but that wasn’t enough to stop me from exposing my legs. The dermatologist says the scar should fade in time, but there will always be a trace of it. I can walk again. I can live with a scar.

“It did.” My smile is epic. “It’s official. Your girlfriend is a new artist at Ritual of Rhyme Records. I no longer have any financial or contractual ties to my old record company.”

Rhys picks me up in his arms and kisses me all over before dropping me to my feet.

“Congratulations, baby.”

“I’m so excited to start this new chapter in my life.”

“I am so happy for you,” he says.

“Can you handle it?”

He draws his eyebrows together.

“You’re going to be dating a modelanda chart-topping singer. That’s a lot to handle, big guy.”

“I can handle your sexy ass just fine,” he says. “I reckon someone needs a refresher.”

With one swift motion, he has my back pressed against the door, one hand holding mine over my head and the other up my skirt.

How the hell does he move that fast?

“We haveplansfor later, Rhys.”

“You’re going to make me wait?”

“Yes.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I lift my chin up. “I’m dead serious, Rhys Hartford.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me to make you come?”

Bastard.

He had to go there.

Toys and fingers don’t measure up to his masterful touch. After ten days on opposite sides of the country, I’m dying for his fingers and his big fat cock. Add to that, the fact I was in so much pain after the accident, and later the cast was in the way. It’s been a while since we’ve been intimate. I’m as desperate as he is. I’m this close from begging him to make me come or better yet, a quickie in his private bathroom, but I chastise my pussy to behave.

His nostrils flare and his gaze burns into me.

I sweeten the pot.

“If you’re patient, I’ll make it worth your while.” My voice is light, but the rest of me is combustive.

“Fuck, woman, it’s been a week and a half. You have to give me something to tide me over. One more minute of this…” He grabs his crotch and squeezes his cock hard, “and I’ll be suffering from blue balls permanently.”

“What if I lick your balls later to make it better?” I emphasize my lewd offer by sliding a finger between my teeth and give him a helpless poor little me look.

“Devious little flirt.” He shakes his head.