Page 47 of Off Limits Mogul

“Why are you so tense?”

Because my cock is as stiff as steel.“You caught me by surprise. I’m not used to having a woman walk around my place in nothing but a towel.”

She gives me a one-shoulder shrug. “We’ll have to learn how to live together…”

I consider her.

She’s playing me.

“Let’s make sure we buy you a robe the next time we’re out shopping.”

Her smile is dangerous.

“We bought a robe, remember?” she says. “Would you prefer if I parade in the kimono instead?” The challenging way her hazel-green eyes hold my stare is as much of a trap as her loaded question. And I just walked straight into it.

I close my eyes on a prayer.

Please, God, help me out here.

I let go of her wrist and point to where she came from. “Get out of here.”

With a little smile stretching her lips, she saunters out ofthe kitchen. She gives me one last look over her shoulder, and she’s gone.

Now I can’t stop thinking of what she’s hiding underneath that stupid towel.

So much for not thinking of her in a sexual way.

I didn’t expect she’d keep provoking me like this. I sympathize with Adam in the Garden of Eden when he succumbed to Eve’s temptation. Lucky for me, I’m still standing. And goddammit it’s not easy. There’s only so much I can take before I snap like a fucking twig.

I will not bite into the forbidden fruit, I repeat over and over in my head.

I focus on my hit list.

Marinate the meat.

Another drink.

Then, a shower.

Absolutely no jerking thinking of her.

You got this.

I return to the meal preparation.

My phone rings.

I wipe my hands and snatch it from the counter.

It’s Noah.

Fuck.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Hey,” he says. “Is Keira okay?”

“Yes, she is. She’s here.”