Page 108 of Off Limits Mogul

“I thought you bought a whole new wardrobe,” he says, his eyes sweeping down my body.

“In my defense, the suitcases are still in your trunk, and I kind of love wearing your t-shirts and boxer briefs.”

He shakes his head. “I still can’t believe you bought so much stuff, you needed suitcases.”

When I arrived at the hotel last night, the concierge kindly offered to grab the suitcases. I was a little hesitant after my disastrous Bangkok experience, but given this was a high-end hotel and the owner is a friend of Rhys’s, I accepted.

“It was Phoebe’s idea. Not mine.” Since I had so many individual bags, she suggested I stuff everything in a few old suitcases she was going to take to the thrift shop. “I never reached the limit you gave me.”

“Sure.” He shoots me a side gaze.

“I swear.”

I even cross my heart.

“I believe you,” he says. “Now, where’s my morning kiss?”

“Right here, big guy.” I point to my lips.

“C’mere.” He grabs me by the waist.

His ravishing kiss is passionate, but out of nowhere, my stomach growls in an unladylike way.

He chuckles against my lips.

I curse my hunger.

“Let me finish breakfast so I can feed you,” he says. “I still have to cook the bacon.”

He returns to making waffles.

I look around the kitchen, amazed. “What’s up with the feast?”

“I figured you’d be hungry.”

He’s been up for a while.

The kitchen island is laden with a glass bowl filled with boiled eggs, a yummy looking fruit platter, a variety of nuts, an assortment of jams, peanut butter and a bottle of maple syrup from Vermont.

This man surely knows how to say good morning in a language I appreciate.

“I’m famished?—”

“Three rounds of mind-blowing sex will do that to a girl,” he says.

“Indeed.”

His grin is epic.

“Nevertheless, it’s Monday,” I say.

“I know.”

“Aren’t you going to be late for work?”

He shakes his head.

“Err… it’s nine o’clock. Shouldn’t you be long gone by this time?”