Page 171 of Off Limits Mogul

I humor her. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“You’re a creative guy. I’ll leave it in your capable hands. Surprise me.”

Such effrontery.

She’s going to pay for that.

“Strip for me.”

“Out here?” Her voice goes up several octaves.

“You told me to surprise you.”

“I don’t want to end up in jail for public indecency.”

“You won’t,” I say. “There’s a reason I had the lounging pool built on this side of the property. Not to mention, the sheer size of the properties in this area ensures my neighborscan’t get too nosey, even if they wanted to. It’s unlikely anyone will catch us.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

I wave a finger, instructing her.

She’s thinking so hard I can see the wheels churning in her head.

“I guess I’m off to bed.” I pretend to get up.

“Okay.”

She pulls the short yellow summer dress over her head and tosses it aside.

“Lie down on the couch, place your feet flat on it, and spread those gorgeous legs so I can catch a glimpse of your sweet pussy.”

She assumes the position.

What a view.

I’m rock hard and desperate to sink into her, but I rein in the urge.

Patience.

I grab the bottle of champagne by the neck.

She arches a brow. “You’re thirsty?”

“This is going to be a wet ride.”

“I don’t get it.” The vulnerability in her eyes stiffens my cock.

I pour a generous amount of champagne from her bellybutton to the top of her pussy, allowing the effervescent liquid to trickle between her lips.

She gasps. “It’s so cold.”

My lips curve into the faintest of smiles. “Not for long.”

My eyes lower to the mess I just made. I lean forward, too eager to clean it up. I stick out my tongue and follow the trail of cold champagne to where it pools in her bellybutton. I lap greedily.

“That feels so good,” she says.