Page 36 of Off Limits Mogul

My eyes close on a frustrated sigh.

I wasn’t willing to accept defeat last night. To prove Keira wasn’t fucking with my head, I went to Dark Compulsion, determined to lose myself balls-deep in a warm pussy.

It was in vain.

Half an hour after walking into the club, I was sitting in the back of a chauffeured car, heading back to my house.

It wasn’t for the lack of drop-dead gorgeous candidates.

My cock refused to rise to the occasion.

Funny howhedidn’t have a problem reacting to Keira holding a pair of crotchless panties.

God knows I prepared myself for this day.

After a marathon-like run and swimming enough laps to qualify for the Olympic team, I took matters into my own hand. Literally. Jerking off twice this morning didnothing. I’m as horny as a beast and aching with longing for a woman I have no business lusting after.

Stupid crotchless panties.

Only a lobotomy could put an end to the loop of salacious images running through my mind since I fled the lingerie shop.

I wonder if those crotchless panties come in different colors––

The more distance I put between myself and the devil’s den, the better. Willpower isn’t enough when confronting a ballbreaker enemy like French Appliqué. I pull out my phone and shoot Keira a text.

Rhys

Are you done?

Keira

I just tried the last combo. Talk about doing a one-eighty from the basic undies I arrived with.

Rhys

So, you’re set?

Keira

There are so many gorgeous options, my mind is dizzy.

So is mine.

Keira

The bras are amazing. The. Best. Fit. Ever. I didn’t try on the panties—of course—but I’m pretty sure they’ll fit beautifully. I even feel confident enough to buy one of the crotchless pairs. Two, actually.

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Keira

I’ll grab a couple combos. I’ll go to a discount store next week to buy cheaper lingerie.

Rhys

Nonsense. Why would you run around town when you can get everything you need at one shop? Whatever fits, buy it.

Keira