Page 126 of Off Limits Mogul

She places a hand against my chest, and taps it a few times. “I must say, as backward thinking as this caveman-possessiveness-alpha-beat-against-my-chest-silverback-gorilla-style-Tarzan-Lord-of-the-Jungle routine is, it’s sort of endearing and… hot.”

I grin.

“To address your concern, Tarzan, I’ll come and join you in a few minutes,” she says. A mischievous glee glints from her hazel-green eyes. “There’s something I have to do in my bedroom first.”

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” Her voice goes up several levels.

I cock an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“I am.” That high-pitched voice again.

“How long before I can expect you?”

“Eager much?”

“I haven’t fucked you since this morning, so you could say that.”

“Go on.” She shoos me off. “I’ll be there shortly.”

She strides away from me, my eyes glued to her ass in that formfitting, stunning white dress.

She glances over her shoulder and winks.

My cock wakes up.

It’s like I’m one of Pavlov’s fucking dogs, conditioned to react when I’m around her.

I shake my head and make my way to my bedroom.

I step inside, turn on the lights, and freeze.

What the fuck?

“Keira, why is there a chair in the middle of my bedroom that wasn’t there before?”

“You’ll soon find out.” She shouts back from the hallway.

She must’ve placed it there while I was waiting for her to get ready.

I’m intrigued enough not to ask more questions.

I slip off my jacket and hang it. I roll my shirt sleeves up to the elbows, walk to the panoramic window and admire the nighttime view. I’m not right on the water, but from this vantage point, I can still see the ocean.

I check my watch.

Several minutes have gone by.

My impatience mounts.

Where the hell is she?

The door opens, and Keira peeks her head around it. “Ready?”

“I’m not sure what to expect, so how would I know if I’m ready or not?”

“Now you know how I felt earlier,” she says with a grin.