Page 91 of Off Limits Mogul

She laughs.

“I mean, here’s to me getting down and dirty with my fantasy girl.”

She laughs harder.

“I got it wrong again,” I say. “I don’t date much or else I’d be more eloquent.”

Her expression turns serious.

“It’s most likelynotgoing to beuncomplicatedbetween us.”

“I want to getcomplicatedwith you,” she says.

“Since I might be a little rusty in the dating game, do you promise to take it easy on me?”

“Only if you promise to return the favor.”

“I promise,” I say with a wink.

We clink our glasses and drink in celebration.

Dinner was outstanding. No surprise there. Larkin wouldn’t have it any other way. Since it was Keira’s first time at Charcoal, she was blown away by the experience. The advantage of dating someone you know and care for is bypassing the tedious small talk.

We drive back to my house in a comfortable silence, stealing furtive side glances every so often. The energy between us is hot enough to light up firecrackers.

We approach the house hand in hand.

“Your place or mine?” Her tone is playful—Keira-like.

I play along. “You choose. I’m easy.”

“If we go to your place, do you promise to drive me back to mine in the morning?”

She kills me.

“Promise,” I say.

“Thank God. I’d hate to do the walk of shame to the bus stop in the morning.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“Glad I’m dealing with a gentleman.”

“Fair warning, once I get you behind closed doors, I might not be such a gentleman.”

“Duly noted,” she says.

The mental countdown to losing myself between her legs started the second she arrived at the restaurant looking like a fucking goddess. I have to focus on driving with a hard-on.

When we arrive at my place, I park the car, get out, and circle the front of the vehicle to help her out. I wrap my hand around her shoulders and guide her to the house, doing my best to tame the beast inside.

We make our way inside the house, trailing towards the kitchen. After finding a vase, I place the purple roses inside it, and slide the bouquet along the countertop. “We’ll find a better place for them in the morning.”

“Sounds good.” There’s a tremolo to her voice.

I turn around, lean against the counter, and hold her gaze.

“Full disclosure, I’m a little––a lot––nervous,” she says.