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“I think it’s best for this first night that I go home. I don’t want Ford to—”
“He doesn’t own you.”
“I don’t want him to be mad at you.” I tug on the waistband of his pants. “You and he are talking again. Maybe you can patch things up.”
“I won’t lie.” Ash stares down at me. “I miss what he and I had so fucking much. But I’m starting to see what he wanted from his side. How someone likeyoucan fit right into what we had, and that gets me even hotter for you.”
“But I’m moving away.” My heart squeezes as every syllable scrapes across my tongue.
“There’s no way you’ll stay in New York?” The want in his voice guts me.
“I made a promise.” With designs I don’t have.
“It’s early.”
“It’s late, actually.”
“I mean early in the month.” Ash kisses me again. “We have three and half weeks to convince you.”
“Who’s we?”
“Me and Ford.”
“What about Emery?”
“You want him, too, don’t you?”
“I didn’t do this to get attached. It’s like you said, no complications.” But I do feel something for each of these guys.
“You’re allowed to feel that way. You agreed at the auction to be here for us.” He doesn’t mention the payment part. “Let’s get you home.”
We walk back to his waiting limo.
Inside, we kiss again, his hands fumbling for the privacy partition.
As it hums to close us off from his driver, Ash pulls me onto his lap. The way he handles me, I feel light as a feather.
“Grind on my cock, baby. It’s a preview of what I want to give you.” He cups my breasts, and my nipples harden all over again from his touch.
The dress’ slit allows me to straddle him and spread my legs wide. I rub my sex on his massive bulge.
With the thigh-high stockings exposing my thong right on his pants, the friction sends me spiraling. The more my hips move, my orgasm builds.
Ash’s mouth and demanding tongue make me think of how they will feel on my clit.
Imaging this man’s massive bulge pushing inside me, has me pulsing uncontrollably and moaning into his mouth.
“Christ, did you just dry hump me to orgasm?” He holds my face in his hands.
“Yes,” I say as my head falls against his chest while I catch my breath.
“You’re a bad girl.” He lifts my dress and slips two fingers into my thong. “My God, you’re so wet. When was the last time a man laid you out and made you mindless?”
The question leads to a technicality...
“Laid me out? Completely mindless? Never.” I fumble to cross a couple of fingers.
