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Some small voice in my head keeps chirping, “This is so wrong.” But I don’t care. It’s never felt like this before.
His stubble burns me on every kiss, and I love it. One more bit of stimulation to memorize. Another pleasure to savor. When he cups my ass and smacks me there, I ride him harder, faster. I love that, and I didn’t know I ever would. There is nothing he does that doesn’t bring me on. He swats me there again, and somehow that little sting of pain launches me over the edge, and I’m coming again. He lays down a few more while I come, each one stealing my breath. When it’s over, he holds me tight and kisses me.
Until he tips me off of him.
Anderson kisses me while he turns me onto my hands and knees. He tucks a pillow beneath my hips, bringing me on full display to him as he kneels between my legs. I can only imagine what he’s looking at—me, bent over for his viewing pleasure, wet and aching. He spreads me wide before licking me all over. I whimper for more, too beholden to my body to do anything else. He’s made me his for the night. No doubt about it.
I hope I give him what he paid for.
When his cock presses against me from behind, I purr, “Oh, fuck yes!” as he shoves into me all at once. I bounce back to meet his thrusts, but he takes my wrists and pins them in the small of my back. I’m at his mercy—the mercy of a man I thought had none. But while he holds me like that, he reaches beneath my hip and plays with my clit, matching his thrusts to his touch. The sounds that pour out of me are not language. It’s utter gibberish.
“Come again,” he demands.
“Close!”
He bucks into me harder until I’m right there, so close I can taste it. My body clenches on him. Then, he slams his full length into me, our bodies slap together, and I’m coming so hard I see stars. He’s got me screaming for him, as he releases me to grip my hips tight and snarls, “Oh fuck yes!”
His cock throbs inside of me—even with everything happening, I still feel it almost trigger another orgasm for me. But his snarl becomes a roar as he hammers into me like a mad beast. The bed slams into the wall over and over until finally, he buries himself as deep as he can, pulls out, yanks the condom off, and marks me as his by coming on my ass.
Anderson collapses next to me, as breathless and pink-faced from exertion as I am. But I’m stuck on the pillow hill he made for my hips. I can’t move yet. I don’t want to. Lying right here is all I have the strength for.
He almost smiles and says, “That was one hell of an appetizer. Hope you’re hungry for the main course.” Then he disappears behind me again, and I realize my night has just begun.
Chapter 15
JUNE
It’s not waking up in an empty bed that bugs me. It’s that he didn’t say he was leaving first thing in the morning.
Not that he owes me anything. Other than my payday, that is. But still. Isn’t it just good manners to mention leaving first thing? But then I laugh at myself for thinking Anderson West might have good manners. Still, though, he is nothing like I thought he was.
And maybe neither am I.
I sold my body. Granted, it was for an absolute ton of money, but still. Maybe it’s societal programming or some other thing, I’m not sure. But I sold my body, and something about it feels wrong. Deliciously wrong. Does that make me some sort of deviant? Maybe. But how much do I really care about that?
I’m not sure.
Whatever the case, I have to get out of here. I’m the lucky associate who gets Saturday meetings, because international venture capitalists don’t really care what day of the week it is. Standing up is a feat. My hangover rings through my head like a bell, and every muscle in my body aches like I ran a marathon. Even my toes are tired, but I blame Anderson’s smirk for that.
By the time I’m dressed and looking halfway presentable, Cesar is at the door with my purse and phone. He smiles politely. “Was it what you thought it would be?”
I laugh harder than I thought possible and discover my abdominal muscles are so angry from all the exercises of last night that laughing feels like punishment. My cheeks hurt, too, so laughing and smiling are pretty much out for the day. “Uh, no. Not even close. Nothing like what I expected.”
“Yet you smile as though the unexpected is a good thing.”
“In this case, it is.”
“I am glad to hear it. Follow me.” He leads me out of the mansion through a warren of tunnels that lead to a garage. The garage has several cars, and he takes me to a Bentley with black tinted windows and a driver. Cesar instructs him, “Wherever she wants to go.”
The man behind the wheel merely nods.
Cesar says, “This is where I leave you, Six.” He passes me a card with information on it. “Go to that website, type in the passcode, and the transfer will hit in three business days. I wish you all the best. If you are interested, feel free to return for next year’s auction.”
Next year’s auction? Pretty sure this was the only auction I had in me. Probably.
“Thank you, Cesar.” I give the driver my home address, wondering if that’s a bad idea. But it doesn’t matter now if they know who I am. What am I thinking? Of course, they know who I am. There’s no way they haven’t checked me out to see if I’m with law enforcement. I wonder if I even needed to give the driver my address or if it was plugged into his navigation before I got into the car. Classical music plays low during the drive, and I use my phone to follow Cesar’s instructions. I’m three business days from my dreams coming true.
On my way from the car to my apartment building, it is freezing cold. I should have taken Cesar up on last night’s offer of clothing. But I’m inside fast, and take a blitz of a shower, pin my hair up, and dress within ten minutes, then it’s back to work.
