Page 16 of Auctioned to Dr. Daddy

“Having fun with that?” she asks, teasingly.

“Loads of it,” I say. The words are lighthearted, but there’s a fire in her eyes that’s impossible to ignore. I know that mine look the same.

The tent in my trousers is pretty hard to ignore, too. “But if your offer is to let me have even more fun, I’m certainly not going to turn it down.”

“It might be,” she says and then uses the tips of her fingers to bunch up the skirt and show off more of her bare skin— smooth and pale, a truly lovely sight.

I take the obvious invitation, shoving my hand under the skirt so that I can stroke over her bare thigh instead. They dip down to the inside of it, and the touch against soft, tender skin is enough to make Demi shudder out a breath.

It’s a great sound. Great sensation, too.

She shifts a little bit, spreading her legs that much further apart, but as my hand moves further, my phone goes off.

I glance at it without taking my hand off Demi.

The phone is in the cup holder and clearly reads EW on the front of it. Ex-wife. I had to pick something short, not wanting to see her name every time, and avoiding further questions when somebody else glanced at it, like now.

The phone rings again. Demi, sounding like she regrets asking me, goes, “Do you need to get that?”

I should, honestly. Emma doesn’t handle being ignored very well, and I’ve got the bad habit of ignoring her calls a lot. They always have something to do with trying to get back together which just puts me in a foul mood.

I don’t want my night with Demi to come to a screeching halt because of that.

“No,” I tell her. “It can wait.”

My hand pulls away from her thigh, but only long enough to hit the mute button on the phone. I’ll deal with her later.

I reach out and put my hand against the top of Demi’s leg again.

I let my fingers curl against her without as much obvious question, running my nails lightly over her skin. They scrape over it, running down and then back up. Flirting with the inside of her thigh, the touch just shy of being overtly sexual.

I glance at her to make sure that no protests are coming.

There aren’t any.

Demi’s eyes are closed, her lips just slightly parted. She keeps biting at her lower lip, and her cheeks are dusted with the prettiest shade of blush. It creeps down the side of her long, lean neck.

This time, the action is more pointed, more specific, and definitely sexual.

Demi shifts in her seat, almost restless.

Her nipples are visible through her dress, sharp little peaks beneath the fabric. I want to press my face between them, to kiss them, kiss her, make her shiver with pleasure.

“We almost there?” My voice is low and rough. I’m hard in my pants, the fabric tented out much as it can. I shift just as restlessly as Demi.

The phone rings again, vibrating hard in the cup holder. EW again.

I ignore it. She is not going to have power over me anymore. I let Emma twist my arm and convince me to do things too often when we were together. I’m not going to let the same thing happen now.

Demi’s eyes open and she lets out a shuddering, almost disappointed breath. “It’s the next right.”

“Good to know,” I say.

The phone stops ringing. A few seconds later, several texts come through.

I ignore those, too. Just from a glance at the very, very lengthy paragraphs, I can tell that it’s not an emergency. She’s either asking to have Tabitha for longer than her two-day visitation this weekend, or she’s trying to convince me to come to dinner with them.

I’ve made that mistake in the past. I thought that it would be good for Tabitha if we had a family outing, but Emma had spent the whole time trying to convince me to go back on the papers, to change my mind.

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