Page 84 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 1

He grinned. “I know how you love the simple pleasures in life. And you have made it no secret how much you enjoy this dessert.” He stood the moment the plate touched the table.

I pouted. “Where are you going?”

He lifted the dessert just as I was about to reach for a giant strawberry coated in dark chocolate and a dusting of crystalized specs that I assumed was sea salt.

“We’re taking this to the bedroom.” He stated with a coy smile.

I unclipped my belt so fast it clacked loudly against the chair arms as I stood. “Lead the way, Mr. Falco.”

He cocked a brow, and I swear my lady bits sighed. He was sex incarnate, and I couldn’t wait to ride him all the way to New York City.

When we entered the small room, I noticed the sheets were a blush-colored satin. Rose petals dotted the surface making the room smell sweet and floral. There were two bedside sconces that must have been on a dimmer because the light was bright enough to see, but not so much that I could discern fine details. Which, if I was a woman who didn’t like the ample curves that good genetics and God Himself had seen fit to gift me with, the lighting would soften any hills and valleys. Since I treated the body I was given like the voluptuous temple it was, I didn’t careeither way. And based on how Giovanni’s gaze seemed to covet every inch of me, I knew he very much enjoyed what I had to offer.

“Julianne.” His voice was gruff and thick, sending a shiver down my spine as he stared at me.

“Yes, Gio?” My voice was a needy rasp.

“Take off your dress. I want you naked.”

I smiled and brought my hands to my waist before sliding them up the sides of my breasts and then back down to my hips. “No foreplay?” I teased.

“I never said anything about there being no foreplay,” he growled while tugging at his tie. He tossed the black bit of fabric on the bed.

“Maybe I need help?” I presented him my back and glanced coyly at him over my shoulder.

His gaze traveled down to my rounded ass, and his jaw tightened. It reminded me of the exquisite heat he’d brought to the surface of my skin when he spanked me earlier. A kink I had no idea I was into, but now craved with every shallow breath I took.

He set down the plate of strawberries on one of the bedside tables before he approached, unbuttoning his dress shirt and pulling it from his pants.

My mouth went dry at the washboard abs and tanned skin that greeted my eyes. Not to mention the light smattering of dark hair that spread across his toned chest.

“Eyes forward,” he commanded. And it was acommand, not a suggestion. The grit in his tone made me do exactly as he said, knowing that if I did, I’d be rewarded with another mind-melting orgasm.

He released the small buttons and then the zipper of my wedding gown, removing the fabric so slowly I trembled whentwo of his fingers traced the open, bare skin of my spine all the way down to the crack of my ass.

“You’re not wearing anything underneath. I thought you said there was a surprise hiding beneath the lace.” His breath was hot against the shell of my ear as he curled his hands around my shoulders and slipped the fabric over and down my arms. I shimmied just enough for the dress to fall all the way to the floor in a puddle of lace.

“Surprise.” I taunted. “I’m naked underneath.”

“My favorite kind of surprise.” His breath fanned across the exposed skin of my neck, hands curling around my hips, then up to my waist and higher. He stopped at my ribcage, and I let out the breath I was holding. I wanted him to keep going, to mold his hands over my breasts and tease me until I begged him for more.

But he didn’t. Instead, he allowed just the tips of his fingers to graze the underside of both breasts. My legs shook, and I fisted my hands, a small mewl leaving my lips as I arched in a desperate attempt to get him to touch me.

“Eager, wife?” He pressed a warm kiss to the base of my neck, and I sighed.

“Yes,” I admitted, knowing he wanted to hear me panting for it.

The air between us was energized, suffused with carnal pheromones and lust I could practically taste.

His fingers moved to my shoulders where he traced my skin in a featherlight caress all the way down to where I’d fisted my hands as he pressed the entire front of his body to my bare backside. His erection, still clothed behind his slacks, nestled between my ass cheeks.

I rubbed my bum against him.

“Dirty girl.” He sank his teeth against the space where neck and shoulder met.

I arched into his bite, bringing my arm up and behind me so I could hold on to him. “Please,” I begged.

“Please what, Jules? What do you want me to do to this beautiful body?”

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