Page 131 of Off Limits Mogul

“I better wrap this up, then.”

Just when I think the dance can’t get any more feverish, she proves me wrong.

Fuck, I’m about to dial 911 as prevention.

The pièce de résistance comes when she bends over andlifts the chemise, exposing a view that nearly makes me lose my shit in my pants.

She’s wearing a pair of white crotchless panties and by God her pussy is dripping.

My body tenses.

Holy fucking shit.

I’m not old enough for a heart attack, but this feels close.

My body vibrates with tension and pent-up lust. I can’t take it a second longer.

Enough.

I reach her in one long step, scoop her in my arms, and sling her over my shoulder.

She squeals.

“Damn you for doing this to me,” I say.

“Did I get you all worked up?”

“You’ll soon find out.” I borrow her words.

“Oh, God. Let go of me, you brute.” She feigns outrage. “You can’t take me against my will.” She kicks her legs.

“Save it, blondie. You deserve the fury I’m about to unleash on your fine ass.”

“Are you going to be gentle?” She says that in such a sweet voice.

“Fat chance.” I scoff. “You knew exactly what you were doing. You provoked me. Now, it’s time to pay for the consequences of your actions.”

“Have a heart. I beg of you, Tarzan,” she says. “There must be a way I can make it up to you.” She even adds a little tremolo to her voice.

Who knew she had acting chops?

I carry her to the bed and sit down at the edge with her in my lap, her ass pressed against my hard-on.

She offers atriumphant smile.

“You hardly sound like someone who wants to repent or atone their sins,” I say.

She frowns. “Maybe I have to try harder?”

“I think you do.”

“Would a kiss be a good start?”

“Let’s see.”

I lower my lips to hers and the contact is like a box of dynamite exploded in the room. I push my tongue between her lips, tasting every inch of her mouth. She cradles my head and moans against my lips as I deepen the kiss.

I could kiss her a thousand times a day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.