Page 67 of Off Limits Mogul

The sight is making my cock drunk.

I want to reach out, pluck them and twist them between my fingers until she moans in ecstasy.

“What’s the point of going upstairs in wet clothes and coming back downstairs with them?” she says. “By stripping now, I save your expensive wood floors.” She leans in like she’s plotting a conspiracy. “You’re welcome.”

“I would’ve cleaned the floors,” I say in a gruff voice. “You didn’t have to get undressed down here.”

She waves a finger at her body. “You’ve seen me in a bathing suit plenty of times. In fact, I was in one this morning as you were doing your laps. What’s the big deal?”

Yesterday’s shopping trip was the end of me. Underwear shopping and bikini shopping on the same day? A man can only take so much. And now, I’m paying the price.

Keira doesn’t wait for my answer. That’s a good thing, because my brain can’t string a sentence together. She walks around me to the basket.

My eyes follow her.

She bends over, flashing me a majestic view of her ass.

My blood turns to fire.

She has the audacity to look over her shoulder, a sly grin stretching her lips.

Little cock-tease.

But fuck if I don’t want to bite that ass. And then I’d let her ride my dick until her legs gave out?—

It’s official.

All rational thought has left the building.

Gone.

Done for.

Ladies and gentlemen, you’re witnessing a guy unraveling faster than a knitter’s yarn.

I need to get laid so she doesn’t affect me like this.

She straightens and stares at me,daring me.

As God tests my will, I stare back.

Our eyes lock, and the heat reaches combustive levels between us.

A slow cocky grin stretches her lips.

I should register it’s a precursor to no good, but I don’t. I’m too consumed.

“Where do I leave the t-shirt and my underwear? I’ll remove them now?—”

“Not here.” I extend a hand to stop her.

“Relax,” she says. “I’m pulling your leg. No need to get your boxer briefs in a bunch.”

And if her gaze doesn’t drop to the evidence of how my body reacts to her taunting.

Fuck.

My phone rings, putting an end to my torture.