Page 69 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Surgeon

He looked extremely hot in his plain white T and gray sweatpants. We cuddled next to each other on the couch continuing to talk after we’d finished dinner and come inside.

“What do you like to watch on TV?” he asked.

I winced. “I don’t want to tell you,” I admitted.

He laughed. “Seriously? Just tell me.”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

I had my legs stretched over his lap, and he pulled them down so I’d be closer to him. “My wine!”

He reacted fast and grabbed it out of my hand to keep if from spilling. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “But you have to tell me. I’m holding this hostage.” He held up my glass.

“Fine. I likeSnappedand48 Hours.”

“Oh, I do, too.”

My eyes widened. “Yeah?”

“No. I’ve never watched them.” He grinned at me.

I mock hit him. “I believed you.”

He leaned in, staring at me with those intense gray eyes of his. “Let me tell you a secret. I will watch anything you want to watch, baby. Just being here with you is… perfect.” Hehanded me back my glass of wine and tucked a blanket around my legs and over his lap.

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We took turns brushing our teeth and getting ready for bed. The bathroom was huge; that wasn’t the problem. I just felt kind of shy doing certain things around him. Maybe by the end of our four months together I wouldn’t mind so much. But now? I wanted there to be a little mystique left around our relationship. And talking to him with a mouth full of foaming toothpaste didn’t scream ‘mystique’ to me.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was already in bed. He’d taken off his shirt and was just lying on top of the sheets in his gray sweatpants. I had to keep myself from drooling. My God. The man was perfection. He was totally cut. I didn’t know how he stayed in such good shape while maintaining a surgeon’s schedule and spending so much time at Sugar.

“How often do you work out?” I blurted.

He gave me a cocky grin. “Why? You like what you see?”

“I think you know I do,” I said with a little snark.

“I like to run. I go for a jog most mornings and hit the gym a few times a week.” He crooked his finger at me. “And I like to round out my workout plan with fucking a lot,” he said. “What’s under that robe, baby?”

My mouth had gone dry at the ‘fucking a lot’ comment. “Oh.” I looked down at myself. I was wearing a see-through purple lace teddy with an extreme push-up bra and matching thong. I undid the robe and tossed it onto one of the antique chairs Carmen decorated the condo with.

His eyes felt like they were going to burn me alive, and I saw an almost instant tent appear in his sweatpants. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes briefly. “You have no idea how hot you are. Come here, baby.” He patted the bed beside him, and I climbed up next to him, sitting on my knees and facing him.

“I have to tell you something,” he said, still lying back and looking up at me. “Do you know that you could get me to do almost anything you wanted? Do you know how long I’vewanted you? And,” he sat up and pulled me to him, “I’ve had to work out a hell of a lot harder ever since I’ve known you.”

I was confused. “Why is that?”

“Because I couldn’t get the fucking part of my workout in, baby. I only wanted you. Nobody else would do.”

I pushed his rock-hard chest back down and straddled his waist, taking care to make contact with his cock. He hissed out his appreciation as I moved over him. “You’re telling me,” I said, “that you haven’t fucked anyone since you first saw me at Sugar?” I was definitely skeptical. How could a man who looked like him not take advantage of all the pussy probably being offered up to him on a daily basis?

“Close,” he said. “I’ve gotten sucked off a few times in the months since I’ve known you. Most of the rest of the action I’ve gotten has involved my hand and the shower.”

I couldn’t believe it. I also couldn’t hide my smile. He grinned when he saw it and grabbed me, flipping our positions and straddling me. “You like that?”

“Yeah.”

“And how many men have you fucked since you met me?”