Page 47 of Bidding War

He’s a man possessed, pounding like a demon. It feels so fucking good that another climax builds fast. Anderson reaches around and works my tender clit. I’m shaking against him, unable to speak or think. I can’t do anything but come for him again. I’m screaming, and my body jerks in his grasp as I come all over his cock, but he doesn’t drop me, and he doesn’t quit. He’s only too happy to make me squirm and cry out for him. I hear his gloating huff behind me. “That’s it, baby, just let go!”

I do. I couldn’t stop if I tried. He milks another one from me, with his cock dancing on my G-spot from behind. Spots burst before my eyes as I go yet again, and my rasping throat begs for relief, but there is none to be had. Not until he’s done with me.

After that last one, he pulls out and turns me to face him once more. He lifts me up with my legs around his waist and presses my back against the hot, wet tile as he enters me. His hair is wet, and his face is red with labored breaths. An intense stare from his crystalline blue eyes drives me closer to another orgasm as he works me over. I can’t help it. I am addicted to this man.

He pours himself into our kiss and swells inside my body. That added edge makes me come again, but it’s softer this time. A pleasurable sigh throughout my body instead of a semitruck crashing into a brick wall. He drives into me with a wicked shove as he comes, too.

If last night was making love, this was the other thing.

He pulls out, and after that, we hold each other under the water. After a few silent minutes, he softly says, “I don’t know why girls like the shower to scald them.”

I snort at that. “I don’t know why boys like to keep offices frigid.”

“Touche.”

“Anderson?”

“Yes, June?”

“I’m glad you came back.”

He holds me tighter from behind. “I will always come back for you.”

It makes me smile. Right now, I have exactly what I want in the world. His arms are around me, and a bag full of fresh bagels is on my counter. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

Until I kiss him again. Then, it gets way better.

But he wanted a shower, so I force myself to back off. I know how good it feels to get clean again after … everything. Part of me wants to ask what he did with the body. But another part doesn’t want to know. The less I know, the better, I think. Can’t be blackmailed with what I don’t know.

A wild thought hits me. I couldn’t be forced to testify against Anderson if we were married. It’s a silly thought, really. But it trickles at the edges of my mind, all the same.

Before I can tease it into conversation, though, he turns the shower off, and we towel dry. Standing in front of the mirror, I catch the shape of a hand on my throat. So I quickly turn around. Hadn’t realized Anderson’s eyes were locked on my naked body. When I turn, his eyes fall on my tits, so he lets out a growl.

Every negative thought I had a moment ago evaporates.

I bite my lip and look up at his eyes. “Catch me if you can.” I streak for the bed, but just before I make it, he catches me with one arm beneath my waist, and my momentum carries me forward, bent.

He presses himself against me like that, then steps us forward until my shoulders are on the mattress. “I caught you. What do I win?”

My heart thumps in my chest, and I am breathless. “Whatever you want.”

“Good answer.” He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing at all. Then he climbs after me until he’s got me on my hands and knees. His fingers trace my anatomy, and a sound rumbles in his throat. “Still wet for me.” He licks up my low back. “Good girl.”

What the hell is it about those words that get me? I whimper from all of it, hoping for more. Chills dance up my spine as he spreads me wide for him. This time, there’s nothing gentle about any of it. Once he notches in, he shoves forward, keeping my ass up and my head down. I bounce back at him, just as eager for more. I don’t know how he’s able to get hard again so fast, and I don’t care. I’m just grateful.

With every thrust, I shake. Every retraction, I pray he’s not close. He hammers me into the mattress, but I meet his every movement. Pleasure coils through me faster this time. Bigger, too. He makes me lose my breath, and I’m right there when he pulls my hair tight for leverage, and I shatter on his cock with a wail. His other hand grips my hip tight to him as he comes, too.

I cannot get enough of Anderson West.

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26

JUNE

I’m groggy by the time I realize it’s way past noon. We’ve eaten little more than each other for hours. At some point, he warmed me a ginger orange bagel in the microwave and made me eat that, claiming I needed to keep up my strength. Then, he showed me why I needed to keep up my strength.

He’s been as insatiable as I am.

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