Page 61 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 2

“So mostly to fill a big space in your gigantic penthouse?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Are we comparing penthouse sizes or dicks? Because I assure you, Julianne, I will certainly win at both.” His gaze heated, and I gripped his thigh with intent, feeling the powerful quad muscles underneath his slacks.

His cock hardened behind his slacks, pressing against the fabric not far from where I had my hand on his leg. My throat went dry, and I licked my lips as we got lost within one another’s eyes.

The limo suddenly came to a stop in front of his building.

“I could fuck you right here, right now,” I breathed. “Lift up this skirt, slide my panties to the side and ride you until we both lose our minds.”

His nostrils flared as his chest rose and fell. As he stared at me, he pressed a button on the console above our heads.

“Lee, drive around the block until I tell you to stop,” he commanded in that no-nonsense business tone I’d heard a thousand times.

“Sure thing, boss,” Lee confirmed, and the engine started once more, and pulled out into traffic.

I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say as arousal tore through my body like white-hot fire.

Gio, ever ready for any unforeseen event, shifted his body to the center of the bench seat, undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Then he lifted his arms and placed his hands behind his head.

“Hop on, filthy girl, and show me what you’ve got.”

Episode 50

Highs and Lows

MEMPHIS

The sun rose magically over the Atlantic Ocean as I ran the water’s edge back toward the Shaw’s mansion. It had been too long since I’d been to a beach. There was something about the crash of the waves hitting the shore, the caw of seagulls, and the feel of my feet sinking into the wet sand as I ran that settled my soul. I thought about all that had occurred from the auction to today and tried to wrap my mind around everything.

Last night had been bonkers. Hell, all of yesterday had been a whirlwind of highs and lows.

High – Waking up to Naomi, my fiancée.

Low – Her mother having a heart attack.

High – Flying in a helicopter for the first time.

Low – Meeting her parents at the hospital.

High – Grilled cheese and beer with my best girl.

Low – Meeting Malik.

I snarled thinking about her ex being at the house. Having met her parents at the hospital, I already knew they were not thrilled about me becoming a part of their family. Add in the traumatic circumstances that led to our first encounter, the odds were not in my favor. But I wouldn’t let something as silly as timing be the deciding factor in whether or not Naomi’s parents would accept me.

Naomi’s worth her weight in gold and I knew that before I ever had an inkling she’d be my bidder. To me, it felt like fate had stepped in and was doing me a solid.

Naomi was the real deal. She was exactly the type of woman anyone would want for their future. Smart, sexy, successful. And none of that even covered how absolutely stunning she was. Her unblemished, umber-colored skin was so smooth it stole my breath to look at her sometimes. The pale pink of her lips made me want to smother her in kisses. And those eyes, sweet baby Jesus, those eyes were endless pools of the deepest onyx. I could look into them forever.

I stopped running and bent at the waist, sucking in lungfuls of air as my heart rate slowed. Sweat ran in rivulets down my bare torso as I took in the ocean, breathed in the salty air, and trekked up the backside of the estate. Lessons from some of the people I trusted came to the forefront of my mind.

I heard my granny’s voice.“Memphis, just be yourself.”

“When you’re up against a strong opponent, look them directly in the eyes and don’t back down. Never let ‘em see your fear.”My old football coach’s advice before the team headed out onto the field.

“Bullies ultimately end up lonely,”my father used to say.“If you’re stuck in a situation where you’re being bullied, make them laugh. Laughter can often deflect others bad intentions.”

“Be yourself, show no fear, and if all else fails, make them laugh,” I murmured as I kicked off my sandy shoes near the back door. My lungs stopped working as soon as I realized I’d stepped right into breakfast between Malik and Naomi’s father Abraham.

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