Page 7 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 4

“Your preferences in clothing, fashion, and the like. I had Marisol set her daughter to work on crafting a wardrobe for you. During our shopping days in France, you didn’t get more than a handful of outfits, and you salvaged so little from your place in Las Vegas. I want you to be entirely comfortable in California and I noticed you had no interest in shopping, so I had Marisol work out a solution with her daughter Esmerelda.”

“I’m a problem now?” Maia pursed her lips so she didn’t give away her smile, but I saw through her shenanigans.

I pulled her against my body, lifted her chin, and pecked her lips. “No, you’re the woman in my life. My fiancée and that position holds some influence.”

She grinned. “Oh?” Her hands went from resting on my hips to reaching around and grabbing my ass.

I hummed against the sudden swelling of a certain appendage as she ground against me. More than anything I wanted to carry Maia upstairs bridal style, toss her on the bed, and have my wicked way with her, but I needed to make sure I kept an eye on my daughter too. Taking the less chivalrous road, I kissed Maia hungrily, tasting her sweet mouth and allowing her spicy vanilla scent to invade my senses. I was hard as a rock when I ripped my mouth away and rested my forehead against hers.

“Tonight, when Emily is sound asleep, I’m going to eat you alive,” I warned.

Maia sighed dreamily. “I think I’d like that very much.”

“Oh, you’re not only going to like it, you’re gonna love it. I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long, you’ll be walking bowlegged tomorrow.”

“Holy hell, Rhodes,” Maia whispered as she pressed her belly against my erection. “Are you trying to get me all hot and bothered?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pecked my lips twice in quick succession.

I smiled a devilish grin. “Now you know how it feels. I take one look at your beautiful face or that tight ass of yours in the jeans you wear and I’m rock hard. It’s your turn to burn with no fire extinguisher in sight,” I bit her bottom lip then soothed it with a swipe of my tongue.

“Rude,” she groaned but continued to rub her little body against me in all the right ways.

“Seriously? We’ve been home like two seconds and you’re already making out?” Emily griped from several feet behind us. “Mari, you see what I have to live with? You should feel sorry for me,” she complained, heading toward the kitchen. “And thatsorry should come with aFriendsmarathon after lunch in the movie room,” she called out as she disappeared from sight.

“Whoops. Guess we got caught.” Maia giggled.

I slid my hands from her ass along her hips, over her waist and just under her breasts where I dragged my thumbs over those erect little berries hiding behind her clothing. I loved sucking Maia’s breasts because she was incredibly sensitive there. My mouth watered at the memory of her taste, and I couldn’t help but palm her small tit. “Fuck I want to taste these right now,” I dipped my head and nuzzled along the V of her shirt, slicking my tongue along the tops of her breasts.

Maia mewled and gripped my hair before she arched back, serving up her body as if it were the most natural thing in the world to her.

I lifted up the hem of her shirt, shoved down the cup of her bra and plumped up one juicy breast. Without further thought, I bent my head and swirled my tongue around the pert nipple, sucked it hard, and let it go with an audibleplop. With my thumb and first finger, I pinched the tip until Maia’s eyes rolled back, and she gasped.

“I could make you come right here, right now, just by sucking on these beautiful breasts.” It was an erotic threat but one I was perfectly ready to carry out, right in the middle of the entrance to our home.

“Rhodes, please. Emily…” she reminded me.

It was as though a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over my head. My cock ached behind my restrictive clothing as I covered Maia’s breasts and shook my head free of all carnal thoughts and put my mind back on the matters at hand: Emily’s comfort and Maia’s homecoming.

“Damn, I got a little out of control there,” I admitted and could feel my skin flushing with the knowledge.

Maia grinned wickedly. “To be continued?” She cocked a brow.

“To be continued.” I cleared my throat as I readjusted the steel pipe between my legs. “Let me give you the tour then meet Em and Mari back in the kitchen for her shredded beef enchiladas. She’s an incredible cook. I hope you like Mexican food because we eat more than our fair share around here, by request. Marisol actually likes cooking an array of international cuisine, but Emily constantly asks for homemade Mexican, and I love it, too, so I don’t discourage her.”

“I will never turn down free food. Liking it has never mattered to me. Food means survival. I learned early on to be happy about whatever I was given.” Maia shrugged. “I’m easy.”

I shook my head and clasped her hand. “You’re anything but easy, but I understand what you mean. With enough time feeling safe and secure in your new home, I’m sure you’ll figure out the foods you like and dislike. Marisol will have fun trying to learn your preferences. I’ll enjoy watching her stumble through that process the way I did into your heart.”

“But you did…”

“Did what?”

“Stumble into my heart and set up shop there.” Her cheeks turned rosy as she quickly looked away and pretended to study the art on the walls.

“Are you saying you like me?” I swung our arms as I showed her the living room, the den, the game room, and so on.

“I more than like you,” she said under her breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I pulled her into one of the many bathrooms and pressed her body up against the vanity. “Say it again.”

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