Page 15 of Off Limits Mogul

Damn.

To add to my torture, with each step, she gives me an uninterrupted view of her ass, swishing in those jean shorts that mold to her twin globes. I get that her luggage was stolen andshe might not have anything else to wear, but come on, I’m only a man. She might’ve lost a bit of her curves, but that ass is still mouthwatering. And as God is my witness, I just want to bite it.

No, no, no.

This is ludicrous.

I have way more self-control than that. It’s not like I’m Beckett Christensen.

Determined to lessen my mounting desire, I white-knuckle my grip around the straps of her backpack, hoping to contain my twitching cock.

It’s in vain.

I give myself a good talking to, scolding myself.

Alas, my cock has a mind of its own tonight.

I even adjust myself, so I can keep walking without tripping.

It’s a lost cause.

Biting Keira’s ass is the last thing I should be thinking of. I know full well I’m being a dirty fucker right now, but not having sex in a long time will do that to a man.

Adulting comes at a steep price.

This living arrangement is going to be the bane of my existence.

Cocoa Puffs is like a kid sister to you.

I repeat the warning over and over in my head as a reminder.

It’s like my cock is mocking me.

“My car is over there.”

She turns around and looks in the direction of my pointed finger.

She freezes and her jaw drops. “That’s your car?”

“It is.”

She does a double take. “Rhys Hartford, you’re living itlarge. That’s not a car. That’s a speeding bullet.” The genuineness in her words is touching.

“For a one-hit wonder no one remembered until five years ago, I’m doing okay for myself.” I wink at her.

“You’re pulling my leg.” Her delicious unpainted, full lips curve into a big smile.

“It’s been a great ride,” I say. “I’ve learned from my previous mistakes. This time around, I keep my ego in check. I’m just grateful and humbled I get a second stab at making a name for myself. I don’t take it for granted.”

“You wear success well. I’ve been keeping a close eye on your climb to the top?—”

“You’ve been stalking me, Keira?”

I’m as guilty as she is. I’ve made it my mission to track every aspect of her career––even the heart-wrenching ones.

“I’ve been keepingtabson you.”

“I thought you’d forgotten all about me,” I say in a low voice.