Page 64 of Off Limits Mogul

My father must’ve been watching over us because that was a harrowing experience. One I’m not looking forward to repeating anytime soon.

Fuck, I’m soaking wet.

I caress Keira’s thigh, soothing her.

“Hey, you okay?”

She nods against my back.

“Get off.”

She does.

I do the same.

I remove my helmet and hook it on the bike’s handle.

Then, I remove hers.

I inspect her from head to toe. “You okay?”

She doesn’t answer.

She’s as wet as a kitten after a bath.

As freaked out, too.

Her eyes are as wide as plates.

Dammit.

I grab her shoulders.

She’s shaking.

Shit, shit, shit.

“I’m so sorry about that,” I say. “I guess we should’ve waited a little longer. That was a bad call on my part.”

She blinks up at me.

She must be in shock.

“Keira.” I shake her hard.

She laughs.

Unrestrained, full, belly laughter.

I furrow my brows together. “What am I missing?”

“That was scary. And freaky. And bloodcurdling. Even though I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, it was a hell of a rush. I’m still high. It was as exhilarating as stepping on stage for the first time.”

She cracks up again.

Her laughter is the most beautiful sound in the world… after her voice.

Relief bursts through me that she’s laughing and not crying.