Page 130 of Off Limits Mogul

“Nice top,” I say. “No bra?”

Her protruding nipples are a distraction.

“Not with a silk chemise,” she says.

“I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, bless the French.”

“You have no idea,” she says and resumes taunting me.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her gyrating her hips like a temptress. I’ve salivated over the Lucky Break videos an embarrassing number of times. This is different. This private performance is for my eyes only.

When the bridge hits again, she lets loose.

The shock of pleasure of seeing her in her element burns my veins.

Fucking hot.

“Damn, I don’t even have dollar bills to stuff inside your panties. You’re wearing panties, right?”

“I’m not going to tell.” She winks. “You’ll soon find out.”

My cock swells so much, it feels like it’s doubled in size. I grip my hair and pull to curtail my arousal, but that’s not enough.

She’s blissfully unaware of my predicament, lost to the music. She slides the skirt off her body, swinging her hips in perfect synch with the music. When the fabric pools at her feet, she steps out of it and kicks it aside.

Then, she takes it up about twenty notches.

She turns around, parts her feet, and she wiggles her body, her head flipping from left to right.

She’s wild, titillating, provocative, and so fucking desirable.

I’m quite partial to the move where she emulates riding a mechanical bull. “So damn sexy.”

She runs her hands down the silky chemise, lifting the hem just enough to torment me.

Fuck. Me.

Garter belts.

My jaw, which has gone slack with shock over this blazing peep show, snaps shut. I swallow as I fight the urge to close the space between us and put an end to her striptease by burying myself balls deep in her pussy.

Jesus.

I adjust myself… not that it does a damn thing. My cock is still on full alert. “The garter belt and the heels stay on when I fuck you.”

“Whatever you say,” she says before slipping a finger into her mouth and sucking on it, her hooded eyes staring right at me.

The dare glittering from her eyes is my demise.

I’m this close to dropping to my knees and begging this woman for mercy.

“Another downside of dating an older man,” she says. “The ticker can’t always take the heat.” She taps her heart for emphasis.

“Oh, you’re asking for it.”

“I guess I am.” She shrugs. “And I hope you’ll give it to me real good.”

“In spades, baby.”