Page 39 of Off Limits Mogul

Another visual I didn’t need. She’s wearing her shorts, but borrowed anothert-shirt.

Rhys

I’ll be there in ten.

Fuck my life.

“You come back,” Nadya says when I walk into the shop.

“Yup.” My body is on edge. “She’s done?”

“She finish soon. You go see.” Nadya winks at me.

Nope. That’s not a good idea.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait?—”

I freeze midsentence when I catch a glimpse of the most enticing vision I’ve ever seen in my life.

Keira?

My legs move on their own volition, drawn to her like a magnetic force. I stand behind her and I can’t believe my eyes.

What.

The actual.

Fuck?

Her gaze catches mine in the mirror.

Our eyes lock, and I swear, you could toast marshmallows from the fire emanating from our heated stare.

I swallow.

The sight of her is so salacious, it almost knocks me to my ass.

It’s as if all the air has been sucked out of the shop as I gasp in admiration.

Keira in my baggy clothes is a vision, but seeing her now is enough to cause heart failure. She’s wearing a sexy-as-all-fuck silk and lace robe and whatever goes underneath it in a seductive shade—pale green silk with soft pink lace on the edge. The combination only intensifies her hazel-greeneyes. It doesn’t go unnoticed how the luxurious fabric caresses her soft, supple skin. The short length accentuates her tanned legs.

Is there such a thing as lingerie lust?

If so, I’m there.

I’m mesmerized by her beauty.

I drink her in.

My stomach tightens and I push the confusing feelings down, reminding myself who she is.

Noah’s baby sister.

Still, the mental beatdown is no match for the mouthwatering vision standing before me.

She smiles, and small dimples pierce her cheeks.

“Nadya suggested I try on this kimono set for fun,” she says.