Page 51 of Off Limits Mogul

Allowing my eyes to linger on my best friend’s little sister’s naked body is a speedy way to shorten my life.

My head gets it.

The rest of me?

Not so much.

If I stand here one more second, I’ll come in my jeans.

Step away from the landmine.

I’m about to close the door behind me when I notice her precarious position at the foot of the bed.

If she falls, that’s gonna hurt.

I approach her and reach for the white towel she’s sleeping on to cover her nakedness.

Damn, it’s damp.

Maybe if I can scoop her in my arms gently enough, I can ease her further onto the bed and make her safe. I drop to my haunches, gently touch one hand to her shoulder.

Bad idea.

There’s no escaping the softness of her skin against my fingers or the faint rumbling of her breath catching sharply in her chest.

God, I’d revel in the softness of her perfect skin.

Unable to help myself, I inhale deeply.

Notes from her lavender products tickle my nostrils.

My eyes fall to her perky, soft tits, capped with mouthwatering pink nipples. They’re begging to be sucked. And by God, I want to be the one to suck them.

I can’t help my gaze from traveling south.

A full bush.

It’s not something you see often in LA. I like it on her.

I can imagine sliding my tongue––

She’s Noah’s sister.

Not a conquest.

Get your head in the game.

Snapping out of it, I resume my mission.

I slide one hand under her bunched-up shoulder, and…

I freeze when she lets out a moan.

“That’s good,” she says, “that’s real good…”

She’s dreaming.

Be still my pounding heart.