Page 77 of Winning Bid

“No. Let him sweat it out. We fixed this. He’s safe now, so he can wait.”

Slowly, I nod. “Still sucks that I’m out of work again, but I’ll take that over being Andre’s stooge any day.”

Anderson loops his arm with mine, and he guides me to the couch to sit there instead of our breakfast bar in the kitchen. “I will take care of you, June. It’s literally the least I can do after all you’ve done for me.”

“Thank you, but you know how I feel about that.”

He smiles. “What I mean is, until you get your feet under you, I’ve got you. Just like you said—you sacrificed for me, and I am happy to do the same for you.”

“Thanks.” But I still feel weird about sharing money before we’re married for some reason.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard again.”

It makes me laugh. “Stop being a hyper-observant weirdo.”

“Never. Not when it comes to you.”

“Yes, I’m thinking too much again. Happy?”

“How about I help you shut down that big brain of yours, and we celebrate properly?”

I’m not sure what he means by that. “You want to go out?”

“Not even a little.” He digs into his pocket and produces the biggest sapphire I’ve ever seen. At first, it steals the show, but then I realize it’s attached to a glass butt plug.

A big one.

“Are you out of your mind?” But even as my mind says the words, my body warms up from the inside, telling me she’s on board.

“You can take it. I know you can. You’ve taken my cock. I know you can take this little thing, and I think you’d look fucking hot as hell with that jewel right there, flashing at me.”

I bite my lip, trying to restrain myself for some reason. But that reason is quickly dissolving into nothing. “I don’t know?—"

“If it hurts or you want to stop for any reason, then say ‘Sapphire,’ and I will remove it, and we do whatever you want to instead. I promise.”

“Even if what I want to do is watch some super scary movie?”

He smirks. “Yes. I will watch whatever fucked up horror movie you have in mind. But you’ll have to rock me to sleep tonight.”

I snort a laugh at the thought. “Oh, I’m sure the man who faced down Andre today is scared of a little ghost and some gore.”

He holds up the butt plug, and the fake sapphire glints in the light. Admittedly, it is pretty. Somehow, it takes all the focus in the room. “So, are you game?”

Okay, now it’s my turn to be scared. I gulp audibly. “Um?—"

Anderson kisses me, but it’s more like he’s devouring my mouth. His hand runs up and down my body until it slips beneath my tee shirt. His thumbs graze over my nipples, and I jump from the stimulation. It verges on too much, and he stays right there, making me squirm.

I peel my mouth from his. “I’m still not sure about this.”

“Honestly, baby, I just want you. Toy, no toy, I don’t fucking care. I want to bury myself in you until I feel you milk my cock as you come. I want to earn your screams. And tomorrow, I want to see you step wide because I made your tight little pussy sore.”

How is this handsome man, this pillar of society, such a filthy boy?

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him on top of me, reveling in the weight of him on me. He crushes me into the couch, and his kisses are demanding and hungry. His hard cock presses on me through our clothes, rubbing my clit as he dry humps against me. I grind up against him like that, sending pleasure through me. This is getting me so damn wet. But fuck, I ache for more.

I want this. All of this.

“You really want to put that thing up my ass?”

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