Page 54 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Surgeon

I nodded. I knew she’d be checking to make sure I was keeping myself perfect-looking for Paolo just as much as she’d be wanting to know if I was okay or not.

She turned and walked from the room. I looked up, expecting Paolo’s eyes to follow Carmen out of the room. There was hardly a man alive who could keep from checkingout her ass. But his eyes were trained on me.

I tried to take a step back, but he held me tight. “No, Jelly. No more. This dance we’ve been doing for way too long is going to stop tonight. I want you. You want me. End of story. There’s no escaping it now.”

“But…” I had to ask. “But why?”

He frowned. “Why, what?”

“Why did you bid for me? I thought you didn’t want to do the auction.”

“I didn’t. But I couldn’t stand by and watch you go to some other man. Knowing I could have you all to myself for four months was too much for me. I couldn’t pass it up.” He rubbed his nose against mine.

“You said I’m not good enough to go to your events with you,” I whispered, my cheek only millimeters from his.

“I was an idiot. You are probably too good to go with me anywhere.”

It did my heart good to hear him say that. I was so tired of being not good enough for the people in my life. Before I could say anything else, he crushed his lips to mine. His kisses were deep and passionate and like nothing I’d ever had before. I desperately wanted more of them. I sighed into him and put my arms around his neck, dragging him closer to me. I sucked his tongue without even thinking about it, and he moaned. “Is that how you’re going to suck my dick, baby?”

I didn’t answer, just kept kissing him. But the way he talked to me was turning me on even more than I already was.

I gasped in surprise as he walked me back against a wall and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the feeling of his body against mine.

“Fuck, cara mia,” he breathed, thrusting his hips against mine. He wanted me to feel how much he wanted me. “Are you ready for me? I’m dying to get inside you.”

I felt drugged by his kisses, and I knew from the way he was staring at my mouth that my lips were plump and swollen. “Yes,” I breathed rocking against the long, hard feel of him atmy core.

He hissed and reached underneath my dress to move my lacy thong aside. He pushed two fingers inside me, and grinned. “You’re so wet. Youareready for me.” He moved his thumb up to my clit and rubbed while thrusting his fingers inside me. I gasped, unable to believe how good it felt.

I’d thought Evan had been good at sex. But Paolo made him look like a bumbling fool. Every move, every touch was designed to make me feel good. I leaned my head back against the wall and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

“That’s right, baby,” he said as he sucked and kissed my neck, “leave it all to me. I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.”

“Yes,” I begged, bucking against his hand as he continued his ministrations.

“You like that? Hmm?”

I nodded, breathing heavily. I watched him under hooded lids as he stared at my breasts as they heaved with every breath.

I could tell he wanted them, but he was holding me up with one hand and finger fucking me with the other. I watched his face as I pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my naked breasts to him.

“Fuck.”

I felt him get even harder, even bigger against me. He dropped his mouth from my neck to my chest, kissing over my breasts until he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I cried out, arching my back as he suckled and flicked over the hardened peak with his tongue repeatedly. My hands went to his head, holding him in place as he moved between them.

He added a third finger as he continued pumping them inside me. Finally, he pulled his hand away, making me cry out at the loss.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, running it along my wet folds. He maneuvered me, pushing me back harder against the wall as he reached into his backpocket for a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth, then rolled it over his length.

“Please,” I moaned.

He sunk inside me, going all the way to his hilt. “Jesus,” he groaned. All the air seemed to leave my lungs. He was so much bigger than I’d anticipated. “My God, you’re big.”

He stared at me, his eyes full of lust. “You’re tight as fuck.” He pulled out and then thrust in again, causing both of us to hiss with pleasure.

He filled me up to the point of almost pain, which, for some reason, caused it to feel even better. I began rocking against him, ready for him to move.

“Hold still,” he warned grabbing my hips. “I’m trying not to come.”