Page 52 of Off Limits Mogul

I’m about to try to move her, but she stretches, and I’m frozen once again.

“Yummy,” she says and curls up again.

I wonder what she’s dreaming about—cock or cake?

Get on with it, man.

Right. Focus. A little shove.

But no.

She turns towards me, her breasts coming into view, so close, so beautiful.

So damn…

“Do that again.” She wraps her arms around my neck.

Then she snores. Nuzzles her nose right in the crook of my neck and snores.

Jesus Christ.

If she wakes up now, I’m sure she’ll scream the place down.

Crap.

Let go, dimples.

“No,” she says and lets out a sexy as fuck moan.

Her plea travels straight to my balls, a reminder I’ve gone without for too long.

I need to get out of here.

I give it another go, try to edge her back a little.

The outcome is the last thing I needed.

Keira’s lips stroke my cheek, her soft, warm breath caressing my face.

Fuck.

She moans again, sending tingles dancing through my balls and my cock swelling.

My pulse is racing, my breath ragged.

Wild thoughts cloud my judgment.

The beast inside of me roars for release between her soft legs, and I’m seconds away from giving in to the forbidden temptation when by a miracle of God, sanity hits me upside the head.

What the fuck are you doing?

If I don’t escape this perilous situation, I’m doomed.

I untangle Keira’s arms from around my neck.

She grumbles her displeasure, but she’s still lost to dreamland. When she rolls over and snuggles the pillow, I do a mental victory lap.

Mission accomplished.