Page 56 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 1

Her features softened, and I couldn’t help but take her in one last time before I asked her to leave again. She wore a slinky, body-hugging dress that left absolutely zero to the imagination. Her curves were poppin’ and on full display. Her height paired with her toned arms and legs had my mouth watering and my hands itching to slide across all that bared skin.

The dress was shiny and gold. One arm was completely bare as the fabric wrapped around one shoulder, molded to her breasts, and slashed across her collarbone. The sleek material coasted down her small waist and rounded hips and clung to her thighs, falling to a couple inches above her knees.

“You feel bad?” Naomi interrupted my blatant perusal, walking toward me on a pair of heels so high she could have been a model. “Because your fiancée could be here any minute?”

I watched her glossy lips move into a smirk. I had to bite down on my own bottom lip at the desire to see if that shimmer on her lips tasted as good as it looked.

“Mmm-hmm,” I managed, lost to her beauty as she moved deeper into the room and went over to the high-top table where the final contract waited for my bidder. I’d already signed my name across the candidate line, knowing I was fully invested in this plan, no matter who purchased me to be their husband.

“What’s this? Your prenup?” she asked, fingering the pages, her onyx gaze shrewd and assessing.

Prenup?

Fuck, I was losing my mind. She shouldn’t be looking at the contract. No one was supposed to see it besides Madam Alana, Jade, me, and my bidder. I was so excited I didn’t even hear the name Alana had called out during my auction. All I’d heard was, “Sold for ten million,” and everything else just slipped away.

Kind of like now.

Naomi was a force of nature. Just being in her presence stole points straight off my IQ.

“Uh, something like that.” I approached and stopped mid-stride as she lifted the pen, flipped to the end of the contract, and signed her name across the bottom.

“What are you doing?” I barely heard myself speak as the edges of my vision blackened and warped. My heart beat so loudin my chest I thought I could hear the heavy beat echoing around the small room.

She spun around and grinned. She had one hand on her hip while the other tapped the pen against the wooden surface of the table. “Signing my commitment to marry you for ten million dollars.”

I stood stone-still, afraid everything she’d just said was a messed-up hallucination my mind had conjured up because of how much I wanted her to be the woman for me.

Was I even awake yet?

Was this all a dream?

Hell, if it was, I never wanted to wake up.

“Is this real?” I croaked, not sure my voice was capable of much more as uncertainty weighed heavily against my subconscious.

She chuckled, and the sound was so sweet I wanted to listen to it for the rest of my life.

“Yeah, it’s real. Who needs fate anyway?” She winked, referencing the conversation we’d had the second time we ran into one another. “I guess third time’s the charm for us,” she beamed.

“I can’t believe it.” I stared and stared.

“Are you going to keep looking at me like I’m a mirage, or are you going to come over here and greet your fiancée properly?”

Without so much as a single thought, I raced over to her, looped one arm around her waist, and pulled her against my chest, tucking my free hand around her nape. My head came down at the same time she lifted her face.

Our lips met.

Spoiler alert, her fucking lip gloss tasted like peaches.Delicious.

I ravaged her mouth like I’d never get another taste. She was just as hungry, her hands clasped on either side of my face,holding me close. As if I might take my mouth off hers any time soon.

Not a chance.

She weighed nothing as I lifted her off her feet and carried her to the nearest wall, pressing her back against it as our fronts touched from chest to knee. Naomi clung to me, our mouths staying sealed.

The sweet little moans and sighs she gave as I devoured her whole lifted my confidence to mountainous heights. As we ate one another, our hands started to roam. She hiked up her skirt indecently and wrapped one long leg around my hips.

I ground my cock against her as my hand gripped her ass firmly, making sure she felteverythingI had for her. “You want that, my queen?” I whispered against her lips as she sucked in air and moaned.

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