Page 3 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 2

“Okay, okay, stop!” she begged. “I’ll play nice next time. I promise!”

I hugged her tightly, enjoying the small amount of joy I was able to bring her. I cupped the back of her head. “It’s going to be okay. She’s stable and they’re just doing tests right now. And I’m here for you and going to be here every step of the way. You feel me?” I murmured into her hair near her ear.

“I feel you.” She sighed, sounding relieved not stressed.

Job well done. My old man would be proud.

I smacked her bountiful, firm booty. “Now get your fine ass to the shower. I’ve got some plane tickets to purchase.”

She let me go and reached for her coffee and took a sip. “Mmmm perfect. Oh…” She maneuvered over to her sparkly bag from last night and pulled out a credit card. “Use this for the plane tickets,” she instructed me, and a bitter taste hit the back of my tongue.

I scowled. “I’ve got plenty of money now, remember. The deposit went in last night.”

“And that’s your money, to be used for you and your family. Don’t fight me on this. We’re going to see my family not yours.” As if that magically fixed the issue.

“So? How does that make a difference?” I clenched my teeth, hating that she had a point, but still, I was the old-fashioned type. If I took a woman out, I paid. If we were traveling together somewhere, I should be the one paying.

Naomi paused at the door to the bedroom and leaned against it. “I can already tell this is going to be a thing between us, isn’t it?” She tapped a long fingernail against the coffee mug, making a tinkling sound.

“What thing?” I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, so I didn’t say something stupid.

“The money thing. You’re a man’s man. Macho. Old-fashioned. Alpha. Exactly my type.”

“Well, there you go. Seems like we’ve already got it worked out then.” I smirked, feeling my chest lighten a bit.

“Not even close!” she snapped. “Here’s how I believe it should work between us: If we’re going somewhere for my family or my work, I pay. If we’re going to be with your family or visiting them, you pay. Fair?” She smiled and cocked a brow, waiting for me to answer.

I narrowed my gaze, thinking about all she’d said. She definitely did not need to be battling with me when what she really needed was to get her ass to the Hamptons. Money talks could come later. However, what she was proposing was fair, and she was right due to the fact that I’d only been given the deposit. Until we got married, I wouldn’t have that first huge sum of money in my account to use on plane tickets.

“Fine. For now, I will agree to your compromise,” I said while lifting the credit card to show her I’d use it.

“Excellent. Oh, and baby, I only fly first class, which means you only fly first class.” She winked and then sauntered into the bedroom, her hips swaying in obvious invitation.

I bolted to the slim laptop I saw sitting on the desk in the corner and fired it up. I had to find some tickets to New York fast if I wanted to distract my woman in the shower.

I found a single flight leaving in three hours to JFK airport in New York for a couple grand a piece. I could not believe how much they cost, but when I called out the price to her, she said, “Score, great find and price.”

I swallowed down everything inside of me that said this was highway robbery, likely put in place by some suit at the top in the airline industry and purchased the damn things using her credit card.

When I was done, Naomi was squeezing out the water from her long hair and had just opened the door to exit the shower as I let my robe fall to the floor.

“Y-your turn,” she said breathlessly while looking my body up and down, her gaze shimmering with interest.

I devoured her wet, naked body from toes to tits and higher to her beautiful face as I shook my head, my cock rising with every new naked inch I spied. I reached out and lightly eased her back into the stall. “Nuh uh, you’re still dirty.”

Her lips twitched as her gaze lit with desire. “I am not. In fact, I’m squeaky clean.”

“Then let me dirty you up again.” I pressed my naked chest to Naomi’s and herded her with my body, until her back was flat against the tile. “Hold on tight, baby. We have to be quick. Our flight leaves in three hours.”

She smiled, put her hands to my shoulders, and hopped up until her legs were around my waist.

“I’m still clean,” she whispered, her mouth nipping at my earlobe.

“Not for long,” my voice was a low, needy rasp. “Let’s see how dirty I can make you.”

Episode 32

How About Those Waffles

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