Page 50 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 2

“Well, you sucked my brain right out of my cock,” I countered happily.

“Fair point.” She hugged me tighter, sighing as though ready to take a nap.

I kissed my way up her neck to her ear. “Hey there, sweetheart, you can’t snooze right now. You can do that on the plane.” I nipped along her jaw playfully.

Maia stretched her neck, allowing me to continue my path, as content a kitten as I’d ever seen. I kissed her chin and then her lips again.

She hummed into the kiss.

“Maia…” I chuckled.

The woman made a little snort sound as though she’d actually fell asleep with me pancaking her into the floor, her bottom half bare and wrapped around my naked half, which started to harden the longer we lay there.

“Sweetheart, you gotta get up.” I nudged her cheek with my nose.

She made a disgruntled noise and slowly opened her eyes. “Fine.”

I stood, grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. There was no more time to ravish her. Emily was an eleven-hour flight away from takeoff to landing. I needed to get to my daughter. I wouldn’t feel settled until I had eyes on her, Maia, and Alana for that matter. All three women meant the world to me and there were no lengths I wouldn’t go to in order to keep all of them safe.

Maia sat up, her hair even more of a tousled mess than when she woke up. Which reminded me…

I reached out and helped her stand, bringing her into my arms again. I placed one hand around her nape, the other on her bare ass, because, well, I felt as though I could touch her more freely now, and she had a great fucking ass.

“I meant to ask you…” I pecked her on the lips once. “Why did you sleep on the couch last night? We fell asleep together, and then I woke to find you out here, curled into a ball.”

“Oh, um, I got up to get a drink of water and must have sat down and then crashed. I wake a lot and fall back asleep. I think it’s a bit like sleepwalking.” Her gaze flitted away. She wasn’t sharing the whole truth.

“Should I be worried you’ll sleepwalk out the door?” I frowned.

She shook her head. “No, I’ve never done that. Usually it’s when I, um, get up to pee or get a drink. I’ll end up on the couch or in a chair. It’s never been an issue. Don’t worry about it,” she said, then distracted me with another kiss.

“Okay.”

“I’m going to try and call my mom. At least leave a message with the staff for her to reach out to me as soon as she can.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Give her both of our numbers, just in case,” I suggested.

“I, uh, I don’t have your phone number.” She smiled, suddenly seeming nervous.

I huffed and grinned. “Looks like we still have a lot to learn about one another.”

She bit into her bottom lip. “At least we now know one thing about each other.”

“Agreed. We are definitely compatible between the sheets.”

“Or on the floor.” She laughed.

I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry about that. Things got carried away. I should have taken you to the bedroom.”

“I don’t regret anything.” She looped her arms around my neck, which was how all of this started. Her body pressed up against mine.

I gripped her ass firmly. “Me either. Just that I would have liked to make it more romantic.”

“I’ll take hot over romantic any day.”

“Duly noted.” I kissed her gently, then with a bit more fervor before I smacked her bare ass. “Get ready, call your mom, and I’ll charter a plane.”

“Charter a plane?”

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