Page 5 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 1

“Oh yeah? You have a house full of smarty-pants, eh? Good! They will make sure that any woman who wins your heart is worth her salt, especially if she has to stand up to five other women, not including your momma.”

“True that. And my granny. Don’t forget her. She’s a pistol on a good day.”

Naomi hummed low in her throat, and I swear I felt it in my balls as they drew up, my shaft getting hard. It was as if it had a mind of its own and wanted out. Or should I sayinto Ms. Naomi Shaw.

I took a few deep breaths in order to relax but her every touch sent a shiver down my spine. Every teasing smile made my heart beat double time. And let’s not forget about those eyes. The way she looked at me as if she could see me naked and approved…total mind fuck.

I had to stop those thoughts…So what did I do? I drank more beer.

Not wise.

“What are their names?”

I grinned. “You are not going to believe me when I tell you.”

“Try me.” She sipped her martini looking over the rim at me with those doe eyes that I wanted to look into for a lot longer than a single night.

“First, you gotta understand my mom. She’s quirky. So I’m Memphis…”

“What? Is one of your sisters named Nashville!” She hooted and hollered as the drunken giggles took over.

I bit my lip in order not to crack up, but it was useless. I could barely breathe as I said, “No. But close!”

She placed her hands on my thigh and squeezed my quad as she got herself under control. “Seriously?” she asked through her chortles.

I nodded, breathing through my nose so I’d be able to answer. “We’ve got Sydney, Odessa, Paris, Holland, and Cheyenne,” I finally stated, then leaned back in my chair and watched her laugh.

Naomi ran her hands up and down my leg suddenly distracted. “You have monster-sized quads.” She brazenly tried to put her hands around my thigh.

“That’s the years of training to be a pro baller for ya.”

She frowned and pursed her plump lips, then tried to compare my thigh size to hers. When she lifted her leg up onto the second rung of my stool and slid her slinky dress all the way up to the promise land, I about swallowed my tongue. I couldn’t speak. I’d lost all ability to make logical thoughts as I stared at her magnificent bare legs. I watched her put her hands around her thigh to make the important comparison she’d become hyper-focused on.

“Yours is like two or three of mine,” Naomi announced with awe in her voice.

I stared at her shapely thigh, and I wasn’t proud of it, but I took a gander a little higher. I could just barely see a hint of her fire-engine red panties.

Instinct took over. “Let me see,” I stupidly announced. Then I put both my hands around her thigh. I stared at her sinfully well-formed thigh, enjoying not only that she felt soft like she bathed in shea butter, but also seeing my darker skin tone in contrast to hers.

She gasped at my touch. I slid my thumbs back and forth, petting her delectable flesh. It was so warm and inviting, I could have spent hours touching her. My mouth salivated at the desire to bend over and place a kiss there, drag my teeth along the muscle, and bite down until she cried out in pleasure, begging me for more.

I pulled my hands back and cleared my throat. “So, yeah,” I said stupidly, not knowing what else to say, then gulped down my drink, forcing those desires aside.

She licked her lips and eased her dress down before pushing a long lock of black hair behind her ear. Suddenly she avoided eye contact.

I’d made her uncomfortable. “Damn, Naomi, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch you…”

“You?” she whisper-yelled. “It was my fault. I’m the one who half mauled you.I’msorry. That’s not the kind of woman I am. I do not go after another woman’s man. Never have, never will.”

I reached out and took her hand. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ve had a good time, but it’s really late. I have an early day.”

“Yes, of course. You go. I’ll settle up with the bartender.”

I shook my head and moved out of my seat. Then I held out my hand. “It’s already handled. When you went to the ladies room a couple hours ago, I added my room number to the bill.”

“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you.” She eased out of the chair and stood next to me. In her heels, the woman was over six feet, which had to make her a cool five feet ten.

I gritted my teeth as I took in the perfection that was Naomi Shaw. I didn’t think I’d ever meet a woman as intelligent, beautiful, quick-witted, and confident as I had today. And that pinched my heart, making me feel as though I had a bad case of heartburn.

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