Page 58 of Off Limits Mogul

I close my eyes on a moan.

“This is insane,” I say. “Here, you absolutely have to taste this.”

Without thinking, I scoop up a spoonful, lean over and force-feed Rhys.

His blues eyes are staring right at me as he wraps his mouth around the spoon. The sight is so sensual, my pussy throbs.

Dear God.

He unlatches his lips from the spoon, swallows the ice cream down and licks his lips. “Want some of mine?” His offer comes out in a low voice.

I nod because anything that might come out of my mouth would betray me.

He feeds me a spoonful of his rich chocolate ice cream. I swear to God, it’s the most sensuous thing in the whole world.

The connection between us is so strong. Electrifying, even.

“To answer your earlier question, I don’t have girlfriends,” he says out of the blue.

And… the moment is gone.

Shit.

“The next thing you’re going to tell me is you’re as celibate as a monk,” I say.

“I never said I was celibate.I said, I don’t have girlfriends.”

I force down my jealousy. “Why not?”

“When I was in high school, most girls wouldn’t give me the time of day. I was under Noah’s protection, aka the football star’s dumb sidekick who struggled to read because of his dyslexia. I’m not complaining because it allowed me to focus on what was important––becoming the best rapper on the planet. Once I signed a contract with a bona fide record company and I had a big fat advance lining my pocket, Dana came back into the picture?—”

“Dana Mickelson?” I frown. “According to Noah, the pretty blonde every guy wanted in high school mocked your learning disability like so many idiots did, but he couldn’t punch her in the face because she was a girl and my brother doesn’t raise a hand to women.”

“Yeah, that Dana.”

His blue eyes turn stormy.

What did the cunt do?

“When I tumbled and my career was dropping faster than an elephant out of the sky, Dana was gone. She was done with me because I couldn’t buy her things anymore.”

“So, she latched onto you like a leech until you were no longer her personal ATM machine?”

“Pretty much.”

I shake my head. “So much for stand by your man.”

“After her, I was in and out of rehab, so a relationship wasthe last thing on my mind.” He shrugs. “That’s why.” He moves his attention to his ice cream.

I do the same, weighing my words. “That was long ago. Now you’re this success story. Women must be tripping all over you. How else would you have earned your player nickname?”

“You have been stalking me,” he says.

“Just a tiny bit.” I pinch my thumb and finger together and squint an eye.

He doesn’t hide his amusement. “In the past, I’ve struggled with challenges and life’s setbacks in the worst possible way because I didn’t know how to cope. I’d get fucked up real good on drugs so I didn’t have to deal with reality. That’s how I handled things when my career was being flushed down the toilet and the overwhelming feeling of only being capable of failing. I refused to accept my dad’s death, so I showed up at his funeral strung out on a cocktail of drugs. I disappointed my mom and disrespected his memory. I knew it. I didn’t know how else I was going to be able to stand over Dad’s casket as they lowered it into the ground. Building SCORE…” His words trail as his pained eyes meet mine.

“You don’t have to continue.”