Page 119 of Off Limits Mogul

Never mind I have a pool girl.

“Was he walking around in those tight speedo’s again?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Today he was wearing a thong. He wanted to showcase his other talents. I told him it was highly inappropriate. After all, I have a boyfriend.”

“Yes, you do.”

We grin at each other.

“Speaking of which, aren’t you going to come over here and give your man a kiss?”

“You’re such a demanding boyfriend,” she says. “Why don’t you come to me?”

“Because when you come to me, I get a show.” That, and I don’t want to tempt fate in my five-thousand-dollar suit.

She shoots me a flirtatious smile, drops the e-reader to the side, and gets to her feet. She sashays towards me, hips swinging left to right.

My cock approves.

We stand toe to toe.

She tips her head back andoffers her lips.

Even perched on her tippy toes, she’s so short without her heels on, I have to lean down to meet her tempting lips.

I cup her beautiful face in my hands and my mouth closes over hers. My tongue strokes between her lips, sending a flourish of lust throughout my body. She tastes like mangoes, and I can smell the scent of her sun tanning lotion—coconut, I’m guessing. Our kiss is a passionate dance of tongues. She moans against my lips and I deepen our kiss, her longing as ravenous as mine.

When her hands slide to my belt buckle, I break the kiss.

She doesn’t hide her discontentment.

“If you put your hand on my cock, I’m doomed. We’ll never get out of here in time, and we’ll be late for our reservation.”

She frowns. “What reservation?”

“We’re going out. We have a lot to celebrate.”

“We do?”

I nod.

She purses her lips together and crosses her arms over her chest, her bare foot tapping against the concrete tile. “Aren’t you going to give me more to go by?”

“Nope.”

“How am I supposed to know what to wear to this impromptu celebration?”

“Run upstairs and select something hot.”

“Well, that’s not vague at all.” She rolls her eyes.

“Fair enough. Run upstairs and when you come back down, I expect you to take my breath away. Clear enough?”

She swats my chest. “Why didn’t you say so to begin with?” She laughs. “I can totally work with that. Lucky for you I had another day jam packed with nothing to do, so I was able to coordinate my brand new wardrobe.” She grins, proud. “Is there a color palette I should gravitate––”

Slap!

She rubs her ass. “What did I do to deserve that?”