Page 213 of Off Limits Mogul

She gives me another twirl.

The chemise is a loose fit, and the barely there straps harden my cock.

“Come here,” I say, reaching out for her.

I crush my lips to hers.

I kiss her with urgency, passion, and hunger. I’ve dreamt of locking lips so many times over the past ten days, it’s embarrassing. My tongue strokes along all the curves and hollows of her beautiful mouth. My hands roam over the body I’ve missed and longed to touch. With each caress and with each tongue stroke, my cock grows harder and thicker, aching with the unreasonable need to beinside her.

I break our embrace and run my hands down her arms. “How do you want it?”

“No appetizers, champagne, or desserts first?”

“Beckett and I made sure you ladies had plenty of champagne and desserts on the way here.” We’re not stupid. We nixed any possible objections. “So, to answer your question, I know for a fact you’re ready to go.”

Each room has a wine fridge and a fully stocked bar. I canalso order food and dessert with one phone call. For the sake of my hungry cock, it’s best not to mention it.

She responds with a wicked smile.

“I get to choose?”

“You get a say. I’ll let you know if I’m in the mood or not. What’ll it be, dimples?”

She pulls her lips between her teeth.

“I’m waiting.”

She averts her gaze. “I saw something downstairs…”

“Eyes on me.”

She obeys.

“What did you see?”

She pulls her lower lip between her teeth and peers up at me from under her lashes, which look like they’re ten inches long right now.

“A couple…” She bites the inside of her cheek.

I place two fingers under her chin and force her gaze to mine.

“You understand what this club is about?”

“Yes, I do, but… it was pretty out there…”

Whatever her heart desires, I’ll give it to her––no matter how lewd. Though I put my foot down at sharing her with another man or woman.

“You want to try whatever you saw?”

She stares at me, lips twisted to the side.

She’s debating.

As she does, a new song kicks in.

I can’t help but chuckle at the bridge,‘Tonight I’m Fucking You’.

“That’s what I’m trying to do to you.” I point to the speakers encased in the ceiling. “Help a guy out.”