Page 208 of Off Limits Mogul

“Well… it is tonight’s theme.”

“I can’t wait,” he says.

Neither can I.

He lowers his head closer to mine. I expect another heated kiss. Instead, he buries his face in my neck, nuzzling me, inhaling my scent before sucking the sensitive flesh there. He takes me right back to where I was when he kissed me––on the edge of frenzied delirium.

I grab his waist and slip my fingers through the loop of his pants, pulling him closer to me.

His cock is so hard.

I tilt my hips forward, grinding against his hard-on. My desire builds with every rotation of my hips.

He responds by pressing hard against me.

Damn him.

My body trembles, as does his.

“Fuck,” he says.

Our teasing ways will be my demise.

If this little steamy interlude is any indication, tonight should be explosive.

Just when I’m about to change my mind about us fooling around, I remember what I have in store for him and force myself to rein in my raging libido.

“We need to put a stop to this right now,” I say.

Rhys ignores me

“Please, be good, baby,” I say.

He sighs in frustration.

He pulls away from me, lust veiling his glacier-blue eyes.

“I’ll meet you at Dark Compulsion,” I say. “Once I’m done with the meeting at the advertising agency, I’ll head to Phoebe’s. I dropped off my things there this morning. Arianne and I will change at her place for tonight’s party.”

He stares at me in disbelief.

“What are you talking about, Keira? I’m not going to see you back at my place?”

“Nope. I want to remove any temptations on both sides. It’s clear we can’t keep our hands off each other.”

“Jesus Christ, woman, you might as well chop off my balls.” He’s suffering. “I can coax myself to wait until we get to the club to fuck you, but I can’t even get a blowjob beforehand?”

I feel for him, I really do. “You catch on quick, big guy.”

“You’re going to pay for this,” he says.

“I surely hope so. God knows I spent enough money at French Appliqué.”

He growls.

I swear, he shows teeth like a wolf.

Poor baby.