Page 73 of Auctioned To Be Mine

I heard a growl and then the laptop slamming shut. I sat forward and looked over. “Everything okay?”

She stood and walked to me. And then she dropped, straddling me on the couch. “You’re a distraction.”

Before I could answer, her mouth was on mine. Her hands slid into my hair and I forgot every single thing I’d been worrying about for the last twelve hours. The feeling that I was losing my grip on my responsibilities. All of it just evaporated. I pulled her closer, my hands finding her waist under the sweatshirt.

She pulled back just far enough to breathe. Her forehead dropped to mine.

“You were supposed to go home,” she said.

“Do you want me to go home?”

I gave just a little hip thrust, letting her feel me between her legs. If she still wanted me gone, I was doing something wrong.

She made a frustrated sound but she didn’t move. Her fingers were still in my hair. I tilted my head and caught her mouth again, pulling her lip between my teeth and then kissing her again. I felt her exhale and melt against me.

“This is your fault,” she said against my mouth.

“For being born this sexy.”

She laughed and pulled back to look at me. “You massaged my shoulders on purpose.”

“It wasn’t an accident. My hands didn’t fall on your shoulders.”

“I need to finish that proposal,” she said.

“I know.”

“Betty is counting on me.”

“You mentioned that.”

Victoria kissed me, rubbing herself against me. I slipped my hand under her shirt and caressed her breast. She moaned and arched her back, jerking her mouth away.

“You are so bad.”

“I’ll leave,” I said, summoning every ounce of willpower I had.

She climbed off my lap. I stood and was fully prepared to walk out the door, but she snatched my shirt and pulled me against her. “Like hell you will.”

She took a step backward, still holding my shirt. I followed her down the hallway without needing to be asked twice.

26

VICTORIA

There was zero chance I could function after he touched me. His little shoulder rub was enough to wake my entire body up. I was immediately desperate for more. To be fair, it was the second I saw him with those damn pastries. Stupid, sexy, thoughtful Callum.

“Sit,” I ordered.

He grinned and looked around my room before he sat on my queen bed. It was nothing like his massive bed in his massive room in his massive house, but it wasn’t like we needed a lot of room to do what we were going to do.

He looked up at me with that cocky little smile I loved and hated. I pushed him back against the mattress, climbing over him. His hands went to my waist but I caught them and pressed them down.

“Stay,” I said.

He looked up at me with that slow smile. He was too damn sexy for my own good. I was ready to walk away from everything and chain him to my bed for my personal use. I kissed his jaw and then his throat. I felt his pulse jump under my lips. His hands moved and I pressed them back down again without looking up.

“I said stay.”