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“You sure you want this, little girl?” I rasp at her. My mouth waters as I see up her skirt. Her pussy is covered by lacy panties, and I can’t wait for the chance to unwrap her like the gift she is.
“Please,” she breathes. “Mr. Harlow, you—” I suck a little mark into the inside of her thigh and her hips buck forward as she gasps. “You bought me. I’m yours.”
“I did, didn’t I …” I pause in my ministrations, my hands running soothing touches up and down her legs. “But you’re only mine if you want to be mine. Tell me the truth—do you really want to be mine?”
She whispers as her eyes pierce mine, “I’ve always wanted to be yours.”
I surge forward, slipping my hands up her skirt to grip her ass and pull her closer to my mouth. I groan against her when I realize it’s not panties she’s wearing but a thong.
“Did you wear this for me?” I ask as I start to pull at it. “Or did you wear it for all those assholes who thought they could have you?”
As she lifts her hips to let me take the thong off down her legs, she shakes her head. “Only ever wanted it to be you.”
“I should punish you for doing something so foolish with this tight little pussy of yours. Letting men bid on you like that.” She whines at me as I run a finger through her folds. Her arousal coats my fingertips, proof that she wants me as much as I want her. “You’re mine. No one else gets to have you like this.”
“You won, didn’t you?” she huffs impatiently. “Are you going to do something with me or not.”
Well, since she’s trying to be a brat about it …
She squeals as I wrench her hips forward, meeting her clit with my lips. I groan as her taste begins to coat my tongue. As she starts to press her hips into my mouth, my grip around her thighs tightens.
I could die happily between her legs like this. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.
The seconds blend into minutes as I start to suck on her clit. Her body pulls tight and her fingers thread themselves into my hair. When she pulls at the strands, arousal surges through me.
“That’s it,” I purr. “Doing so good for me, baby.”
All of a sudden, her back arches as her mouth falls open in a silent scream. I coax her through her orgasm with my tongue, relishing every shiver and sigh she gives me in return.
How I’ve denied myself this for the past few months, I’ll never understand. Now that I have her, I’m never letting her go.
Chapter 6
Felicia
It’s odd, isn’t it … the way fate works?
When I auctioned my virginity off, I thought I was kissing any future I had with Brock away. Instead, he’s the one who won me.
It has to be fate, right?
The way Mr. Harlow—erm, Brock—makes me feel can’t be anything but that.
And yet, I can’t help feeling concerned. What’s going to happen when we land? I know what Iwantto happen, and I can’t help thinking he wants the same thing as I do. Men don’t just go down on women in private planes on the way to their vacation homes, right?
I hope so. Now that I’ve had him close, I don’t want to let go. It’s like he’s the forbidden fruit and now I’ve finally had a taste, I can’t go back. I don’t know what this means for me, and I certainly don’t know what this means for my friendship with Olivia. Even if Brock and I continue down this path, I can’t just give her up. Not when she changed my life for the better.
But I also know that I won’t be able to be around her father if I can’t keep touching him. Despite their differences, Olivia and her dad are close. A real relationship between he and I coulddestroy not only my friendship with her, but it could destroy their family relationship too. We’d all end up heartbroken.
For the first time since stepping in to protect my father, I wonder if this is all worth it. The auction, the escape with Brock, the moment we shared on the plane—all of it.
When we land at the Denver airport, a car is waiting for us. We start the drive up the mountain to the cabin Brock keeps. I’ve been to a few times before, just never alone with him.
As we get into the car, I finally turn my phone back on. Soon, it’s pinging with missed calls and texts, mostly from my dad. He says the funds have arrived to his old boss and he’s now off the hook and back in good standing. A series of thanks and apology messages follows but I don’t bother looking at any of them. While things could have turned out way worse and I’m glad I was able to save him, I’m still not sure how I feel about talking to him right now.
Not to mention that I know I’ll soon be getting calls from the market, asking where I am. If I didn’t have a big chunk of cash headed my way even after getting my dad’s debt paid off, I might be more worried. As it stands, I have more than enough for us to make it by for a few months, if not more.
When the lights of the cabin come into view up the road, I can’t help sighing in relief.
