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I didn’t like the idea of sharing a guy with someone else, even if we were just friends with benefits. But I might not have a choice. Three or four timesa day? Did I pick a sex addict or something?“Does that include blowjobs?”

He nodded.

“Oh,” I laughed.“That’s not a problem. So, I could probably blow you twice and fuck you twice and you’d be good to go?”

“Oh God, babe. You’re killing me.”

I could tell I was. His dick was massive and like a steel pipe in his pants.

I turned around, straddling him and sticking my boobs in his face. This went well beyond the amount of touching I usually did, but I wasn’t just going to go into that auction hoping things would turn out okay. And so far, Thad was my best option.“Fuck, Jelly. What are you doing to me?” He bent down and licked my nipple through my top, but I couldn’t really feel it. I felt bad about getting him all turned on, so I rocked my core up and down his cock, watching his face the whole time.

“Fuck,” he groaned.“You’re going to make me come in my pants.”

I moved faster.“I’m just showing you what youcould have if you win me in the auction.”

He closed his eyes as I showed no mercy, basically riding him with my clothes on.

Finally, he shuddered, gave a long moan, and I felt a hot wetness at my core.“Damn, girl. I should make you come with me to the bathroom and clean me up.” He winked at me, though, and stood up to go to the restroom.

I got up, smoothed my skirt down, and picked up my tray to go work my other tables. It wasn’t until I turned around that I realized Paolo had been watching me the whole time. And the look in his eyes was somewhere between rage, jealousy, possession, and lust.

I walked over to his table. He was by himself tonight.“What can I get you?”

“I want exactly what you gave him,” he gestured to Thad, who was on his way to the bathroom.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I lied in an overly happy voice.“Whiskey?”

“Sure.” He didn’t sound happy about it, though.

Nia walked over to me and stood at the bar where Nora seemed to want to talk to both of us.

“What’s up?” I asked. I had a few tables and needed the tips, so I was impatient.

She was pouring top shelf whiskey in glasses while a couple of other bartenders put whatever was on tap in tall glasses for other patrons.“I noticed you getting down and dirty over there, Jelly. What’s going on?”

I winced. What was it about Nora that made me feel like I needed to confess everything bad I’d ever done?“I’m following your advice about getting someone set up to bid on me ahead of the auction,” I admitted.

Nora nodded her head in the direction of Paolo.“Get him. That man’s gone over you, Jelly.”

I made a derisive sound.“Not really. Don’t you know he’s the reason they’re having that Vanilla Auction for men who want girls who are higher classthan we are?”

She frowned.“They called that off. Couldn’t get enough women to ‘lower themselves’ enough to enter.”

I shrugged, even though I was secretly delighted.“Either way, I’m not telling him. It feels weird. He’s sort of my boss right now at the hospital, and I think there’s probably some morality clause I’d be breaking.”

Nora gave me a look of doubt but didn’t say anymore.“What about you?” she asked Nia.

“What do you mean?” Nia, looking drop dead gorgeous as always, tried to look innocent, but I knew what Nora was talking about.

“You spend too much time with the sheriff,” I whispered.

Nia’s light brown cheeks took on a rosy glow. Even her blushes were beautiful.“I know. It’s just… he wants me with him. And it’s weird, right? Everyone’s told me he used to go to Cayenne all the time, but now he only hangs out here.”

“Not weird,” Nora grinned.“Just be careful. He’s a good bit older than you are. I also hear he cheated on his wife, and that’s why they got a divorce. I don’t want you to get your heart broken.”

Nia’s pretty blue-green eyes looked sad for a moment.“Ah. I didn’t know that. Thanks for telling me.”

“Not a problem. Believe me, I’ve been cheated on before, and it nearly broke me.”