Page 48 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 2

“I…” She shook her head. “Not you in particular, but the auction itself. I assumed my bidder would marry me in Las Vegas, consummate the marriage and likely only want to speak to me when he wanted to get laid or have someone on his arm at a party.”

“I’m not that kind of man. I didn’t choose you to be a trophy side-piece. I chose you because not choosing you felt like I'd be making the biggest mistake of my life. Flashes of a future with you, years learning exactly what makes you smile, what makes you moan…” My throat went dry as I admitted the truth.

Her body trembled in my embrace as she stared at my chest, seemingly unwilling to make eye contact. “I don’t know exactly what I expected, but it definitely wasn’t this.”

I tipped her chin up with my thumb, encouraging her to look at me. “And what is this to you?” I stroked the apple of her cheek. She was so soft.

“I don’t know…more.”

The smile that stretched across my face was filled with hope, as my heart beat rapidly.

I pressed my forehead to hers, our breath intermingling. The smell of coffee permeated the air, along with a subtle hint of vanilla and spice that was uniquely Maia.

“Thisismore, Maia. You were unexpected but not unwanted. I’ve been alone for a long time.”

“Why me?” Her words were thin and brittle, rather shy.

“Because of the crazy way we met and how much that meeting affected me. I knew instantly there was something incredibly special about you. Something I wanted to explore, but didn’t know how to approach. And you were so standoffish.” I chuckled. “Likely due to the fact that you were stealing from me. But then, you returned what you’d stolen.”

“Most of it. I kept the cash because rent was due and…”

“I don’t care about any of that. You tried to do right by me in your own way. And I believe it was because you knew there was something between us. Something more.”

“There was…I mean, there is,” she agreed.

“Hell, Maia.” My hands shook with the need to get it all out. These feelings boiling just under the surface every time she was near. “Sweetheart, you have the saddest eyes of anyone I’ve ever known. Sometimes when I look into them, I see my own loneliness and desire for true connection reflected back.”

She raised her arms and curled her hands around my neck as she laughed dryly.

“Do you wish it was someone else?” I asked, the one fear that had been plaguing me since I won the bid. What if she’d rather have a different man. Ayoungerman. A man that didn’t have a teenaged child and a diva ex-wife.

“No!” She blurted. “Never. I think for once, the Universe got it right.” She lifted her face and pressed her lips to mine in a simple peck, then another. Her lips were impossibly soft, like velvet flower petals sliding across mine. She continued to give me light, teasing, exploratory kisses that slowly increased in pressure.

I groaned as she flicked her tongue across the seam of my lips. Pleasure rolled through my body like a tidal wave, my cock rising naturally.

No longer able to help myself, I tunneled one of my hands through her soft dark hair, tilted my head, and took her mouth in a deep kiss.

Maia mewled into my mouth, flattening her body fully against mine.

I grunted and ground my erection against her belly. She opened her mouth and chased my tongue with hers. A perfect pairing.

As we kissed, lost to one another’s taste, one of her hands eased down my bare chest, her fingers curling around the towel I had tied around my waist. Before I knew it, she’d undone the knot, and the towel dropped to the floor. Then her small hand was wrapped around my rigid length.

“Oh fuck!” I grunted and pulled away from her mouth, turning my face to the ceiling as pleasure coiled in my groin.

Her hand stroked up and down my length, her thumb teasing the slippery tip.

“You have a very pretty cock,” she announced then pressed her lips to my chest. She stroked me expertly as she placed fluttering little kisses along my pecs. Her tongue swirled around the flat brown disc of my nipple sending bolts of desire through me.

“Maia,” I hissed between clenched teeth, not sure if I wanted her to stop.

Who the fuck was I kidding?

I never wanted her to stop. Her hand around my dick felt like pure nirvana. And it had been so long since I’d last felt the touch of woman.

Her little hand never faltered as she worked me. My balls tightened and I countered her thrusts. As her hand went down,I moved my hips up, increasing the pressure while I fucked her fist.

Then her touch was suddenly gone. She’d dropped to her knees.

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