Page 6 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 2

Summer’s entire face lit up as she spun around, the little white dress floating out and back down. I couldn’t resist cornering her against the counter and curling my hands around her hips. “Do you often garden in flimsy dresses like this?” I lifted my hand and traced the spaghetti strap, pushing it so it fell down her shoulder, more of her plump breast becoming visible as the fabric caught at her bicep.

“I do. I’m guessing you like what you see…” she taunted, letting the other side slip off her shoulder until the fabric was barely clinging to the top of her breasts.

I lifted my hands and cupped both mounds, grating my thumbs across her nipples. She gasped and arched into my hands wantonly.

This woman. She didn’t hold back. She gave herself fully to everything she experienced.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” I dipped my head and kissed the fleshy tops of her breasts, running my tongue along the surface.

“And you, husband-to-be, are very talented with those fingers,” she panted as I rubbed at both hardened peaks.

I hummed and dragged the fabric lower until I was able to get at one lovely pale pink nipple, which I sucked heartily. She cried out when I tugged hard and deep, flicking my tongue against the sensitive tip.

Her fingers threaded through my hair, her hands keeping me at her breasts. I had no plans on leaving these perfect tits until I’d gotten my fill.

Summer hiked a leg up and around my hip, bringing our bodies closer. I cupped her ass with one hand and spun heraround until I was able to lift her up and onto the small four-seater table in the corner. The fabric of her mini dress fell to her waist gifting me an open view of her perfect upper body.

I palmed both breasts and sucked at each nipple, switching from one to the other. Summer tightened her legs around me and shoved a hand between us, her nimble fingers going straight inside my pajama pants where she palmed my erection masterfully.

I moaned around her breast, pressing her upper body until she lay down on the table. Her hair spread out across the wooden surface, and I watched as her wet nipples glistened in the golden light of the morning.

“Helvete,” I cursed, and she smiled.

I slid my hand down between her breasts and over the soft fabric. I pushed up the bottom of the dress and dragged a knuckle over the damp cotton between her thighs. She mewled when my knuckle grazed her clit, so I put my thumb there and circled it to tease her.

Her body practically shot off the table as I manipulated the little knot and watched her breasts bounce along with her ragged breaths.

“So good,” she whispered and closed those pretty eyes, then stretched her arms above her head.

I’d just curled my fingers around the edges of her panties in order to remove them when there was a quick knock at the door, followed by Autumn barreling in.

She saw our compromised position, my dick tenting my pants, her sister laid out mostly bare on the table and her eyes widened, then she spun around. “Shit, fuck, I’m so, so sorry. Dad called me. Said he needed to talk to you right away and…jeez. My timing is shit!” She waved a hand. “Just call Dad. He said he tried to call you several times already.” Autumn bolted out of the house, slamming the door in her wake.

“Well, that’s one way to kill the mood,” Summer started laughing hysterically while pulling up her dress.

I was not far behind her. This family was something else.

She grinned. “How about those waffles?”

“Perfect,” I agreed, still laughing.

Episode 33

As You Wish

MAIA

My stomach growled as I slipped on my worn Doc Martens. I glanced at the clock and noted it was 9:45 a.m. If Rhodes was punctual, he’d be here to pick me up at ten for the late breakfast he’d suggested we have. Then I figured we’d head to my studio above Sam’s garage to start packing up my things. I couldn’t believe I was about to marry a stranger. Then again, I also couldn’t believe I’d sold myself in Alana’s marriage auction for a whopping seven million dollars.

With a grin on my face, I snatched up my phone, clicked on my bank app and typed in my ID and passcode. Then I went to my account and looked at the balance. I read the number over and over, pride filling my chest and relief making me sigh with contentment.

$250,284.67.

While staring at the amount like a complete dork, I reached out and grabbed one of the dinner rolls I’d pilfered last night and took a bite. It was a little stale, having sat out all night, but it would provide nourishment and make that gnawing ache in my gut subside. I didn’t know why, but I always woke up hungry as a hippo. Even after I’d stuffed my face to the gills last night at Caesars Palace, I still woke famished.

I signed out of my bank account, bit down on the roll and held the bulk of it between my teeth as I tied my shoes and thought about my next steps now that I had a good amount of money to work with. The first thing I needed to do when I got settled was reach out to Mom. Let her know I had money now and could help her, Maisie, and Zach get the hell out of town while my stepfather and his demon spawn were away at work.

She wouldn’t want to risk angering my stepfather, so it would be wise to come up with a full plan for extracting them and finding a place to set them up before they ran.

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