Page 94 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 3

The door opened, and we entered the elevator. I entered the code we’d been given into the keypad and then pressed the button for the penthouse level.

“What I know of Bruno is he’s the best at what he does, which is high-profile security. Joel informed me that he’d served in the special forces. Also, according to Joel, Bruno shares very little of his everyday life, preferring to keep work and pleasure completely separate.”

“I’ll bet I can get some personal info out of him. People love to talk about themselves.”

I interlaced my fingers with my wife’s and smirked. “You could surely try, my love, but I don’t think you’ll get anything of value out of him. From my communications with him and what Joel has shared, he’s a fortress.”

“Fortresses are meant to be conquered. Should we make a little wager?” She grinned, her glossy pink lips distracting me.

“Hmm?” I asked, tugging her closer, those lips a hairsbreadth from my own.

“I said, should we make a bet?” she whispered.

“Sure,” I answered distractedly and nipped at her bottom lip, then hummed. I soothed the bite with my tongue and was surprised by a sugary flavor bursting across my tastebuds.

“You taste like candy and smell like cherries.” I tugged her lower body closer, my hand gripping her juicy ass. “Jesus, just you standing here looking at me with desire in your eyes—and that succulent mouth—is making me rock hard.”

The numbers on the elevator panel were already up to fifty-eight. Joel and Faith were on the seventieth floor, with a perfect view of Central Park.

“What is your wager?” I gritted through clenched teeth.

“If I get something personal out of Bruno today, you have to let me lead in bed.” She batted her eyelashes prettily.

“Jules…” I warned, not exactly against the idea, but not loving it either. I was still raw from the Bianca experience, and though I’d made love to and fucked my wife many times since then, I was still a tad gun-shy about giving over control.

Julianne pouted, reminding me how very much I wanted that mouth. “Just one night where I finally get to play with you, kiss you all over, trace your skin, and make love to you without you taking over.”

Images of a naked Julianne straddling my body while placing kisses along my chest, her nails scraping down the muscles of my thighs flashed behind my eyes. I ground down on my back molars. “Fine,” I bit out. “And if I win?”

“I’ll suck you off right in this elevator on the way back down.” She flicked her tongue along her bottom lip.

“Deal!” I said right as the elevator dinged, notifying us of our arrival.

Julianne backed away as I adjusted my blazer over my hardened shaft, willing it to go down. Just my wife merely standing next to me with her tight, body-hugging skirts, long legs, and gorgeous face made me ache on a good day. When she was using that sexy tone and teasing me…brutal. I cracked my neck and cleared my throat as she hooked her hand through my elbow, a huge smile on her face. She suspected she’d already won, and she hadn’t even entered the battlefield yet. I adored her confidence.

We exited into a large open entryway with marble floors and a glass circular table in the center. A massive pot of white orchids was perched on top, looking delicate and elegant.

The sound of children screeching could be heard through what sounded like a rock band playing on the stereo.

“Hello?” Julianne called out as we stood in the entryway.

Olympia, Joel’s mother, appeared from around the corner, wearing a bright yellow apron. “I thought I heard someonearrive.” She smiled in greeting. “Come on back to the kitchen,” she said in accented English while waving us to follow her.

I looked at Julianne, and she shrugged and started to follow the older woman.

When we reached the kitchen, I was shocked to see a bare-footed Joel and Faith wearing jeans and sweaters, an explosion of flour everywhere. The girls were in pajamas, their hands covered in what looked to be colored icing. Trays of flower-shaped sugar cookies were on cooling racks in three different places, proving they were deeply into this project.

Penny noticed us first and jumped down off her stool and came running at us with rainbow frosted hands. Before she could tag me, Joel had scooped her up, little legs still in motion. She howled with glee as he turned her around and plopped her booty right on top of the counter where the cookie mess had detonated.

“Hi, guys.” Faith waved, her own hands looked sticky with dough as she put balls on a baking sheet.

“Looks like you all have been busy baking,” Jules said with a smile.

“Wanna bite!” Little Eden held out her multicolored icing covered hands with a loaded to the brim frosted cookie on it. “It’s yummy!”

I shook my head. “No, thank you.”

Julianne shrugged. “I’ll take one.”

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