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All of a sudden I feel strong hands at my waist. I suck in a breath, my nostrils filling with an intoxicating, expensive cologne. I’ve never been this close to him before to be able to smell his cologne. Why am I so close to him now?

I look up to see Professor Simmons giving me a dazzling smile. Combined with his firm grip on my sides, I feel weak in the knees. My face gets even hotter. I must be purple.

“W-what are you doing here?” I ask.

He tugs me closer so that his hard body is flush with mine, his gray eyes darkening as he grins down at me. What if the high bidder comes out and sees him with his hands on me?

His low chuckle sends a lightning bolt of desire straight through me. God, how I wish…

“You belong to me now, Faye,” he tells me, his fingers curling into my waist.

Wow. I can’t believe he’s my bidder. Never in a million years did I think I would be this lucky. I feel the huge, silly grin on my face and I can’t be bothered to care that he can see my joy immediately. All I can do is stare at my hot professor, and favorite author, the man who haunted my dreams and made me toss and turn in my bed all last year. I want to tell him how happy I am, how grateful, but I am frozen.

How can this be real?

Chapter 4

Grady

I expected the bidding to be competitive, especially when the auction announcer called out that Faye is the only virgin on offer tonight. But when she stepped out on stage in barely a wisp of lace, her long smooth legs on full display, her hands gliding down her belly enticingly, and her lush tits about to pop out every time she shimmies, the crowd went wild.

The bidding was fierce, with numbers being shouted all around me. I kept up as the bidding went higher and higher. It was worth every last dime. Faye is mine.

She was already mine. I just needed to claim her.

I don’t think she could see into the audience during her presentation, and as much as I loved her confident little show, I was hard as a rock and couldn’t wait to take her home.

Finally, I shouted out a number that no one else could possibly dare to raise. Even Faye looked a little shocked when she heard it, her steps faltering as she threw a huge smile in my direction.

No one else raised my bid and the announcer called it. Faye skipped backstage and a bouncer showed me to a hallway where I was told she’ll meet me when she’s dressed. This is it.

I’ve done probably the most insane thing I’ve ever done in my life. Despite my imaginative sci-fi novels, my real life is fairly uneventful. I don’t even date anymore since Faye took over my life. No one else could compare to her anymore, so I stopped trying.

I can’t wait to see her.

When she comes out of the dressing room, swathed in an oversized raincoat, her face turns bright red when she recognizes me. I can’t wait to get my hands on her, and grip her waist, imagining unwrapping her like a present as soon as we get back to my place.

She’s charmingly confused, unable to believe at first that I’m the man who won her. I wait, my breath held, to see her reaction when I tell her that she belongs to me now. Finally.

It’s amusing to me that she’s stunned into silence when she’s normally so chatty and gregarious. Is my girl going to get shy on me? I tighten my grip and pull her closer so that our bodies collide. I can barely suppress a groan at the feel of her, and when her eyes light up with anticipation, I can’t wait any longer.

I pull her into my arms, lifting her off the ground and carrying her like a lost lamb out to my car. I want to claim her mouth, but not out here on the street. I won’t be able to stop once I feel her tongue against mine, hear her moan because of me.

On our way back to my apartment, which is thankfully close, she turns to me and finally speaks.

“Why did you bid on me?” she asks.

Her soft, eager smile makes me reach out to stroke her cheek. Is there any reason to hold back? “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Faye.” Her eyes widen, as she smiles. I let my thumb drift over her full lower lip. “I was going to have you eventually. I’m as surprised as you are that it’s happening now.”

That pretty lip puckers into a pout that makes my cock strain against my suit pants. She thinks I was there by chance, that I might have taken someone else home if she hadn’t been there. I let her believe it for now.

As I pull into the parking garage, she shivers and wraps her arms around herself, but once we’re inside my apartment, she relaxes again. I watch her scan the art on the walls of my penthouse.

She moves to look at an oil painting by an up-and-coming artist, her hand rising to hover over the sure strokes.

“This is beautiful,” she says, squinting at the signature. “I’ve never heard of this artist.”

“You will,” I tell her.

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