Page 30 of A Christmas Auction

All would NOT be well.

My heart thundered in my chest; sweat beaded at my hairline and under my arms. My hands shook as I placed the champagne glass down and stood abruptly. My knees wanted to give out, but I held my balance.

“I’ve… Uh, I’ve got to use the ladies room,” I croaked.

I dashed to the back of the plane and fumbled around the three doors until I felt a presence at my back.

“Breathe, Holly,” Bruno whispered in my ear as his arm came around my waist, pressing my back against him, soothing my fear instantly.

I trembled in his arms as he opened a door, pushed me inside, and followed me in.

“I’m going to lose it,” I clipped, tears filling my eyes as my body and mind freaked the fuck out by what Colin had just shared.

“You’re okay,” he whispered. “You’re okay. Breathe, baby.” He held me close as I gasped in air like a deep-sea diver just reaching the surface of the water. “I’m here. You’re okay. Breathe in with me,” he commanded and inhaled. I synced my breathing with his, sucking in air rabidly. “Slow it down.” He put one of his hands over my heart. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Your heartbeat is too fast. Keep breathing with me,” he encouraged, and I nodded, matching his breaths, my gaze focused entirely on his in our reflection in the mirror.

When I was breathing more normally, he placed a warm line of kisses from my shoulder to my ear. “What happened?” he flicked his tongue in the space he knew from last night was an erogenous zone for me.

I moaned and closed my eyes. “Nothing, I…I just…”

The hand that was over my heart, shifted, his fingers tracing the lace cup of my dress. “Tell me…” he said, sliding his hand inside my dress, cupping my breasts just the way I liked, with firm pressure.

The distraction was exactly what I needed. I gasped at the glorious pleasure, the exact opposite of the chaotic fear that had rampaged through me only minutes ago.

“I-I freaked out,” I admitted.

“Mmmhmm.” His hips pressed me against the bathroom vanity, his thumb and forefinger plucking at my nipple making it hard. I arched back, rubbing my ass against his hardened cock, losing myself to the bliss of his touch.

“Why did you freak out?” His teeth skimmed along my shoulder while his other hand slipped around my front thigh, finding the slit in the green glimmering fabric.

“Bruno,” I breathed his name, not knowing whether to tell him to stop or to continue. All I knew was I had gone from scared out of my mind, to wanting nothing but his hands on me.

“I’m right here,” he growled, that sneaky hand slipping beneath the fabric of my dress to find my lace panties. It was nothing for him to work his hand inside them and then he was… “Right there,” he groaned and plunged two fingers inside me. I lifted up onto my toes as he went deeper, his thumb coming up to work my clit masterfully.

“Oh my God,” I sighed on a moan.

“There you go again, calling me God.” He laughed low and gruff as he fingered me.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked, shamelessly working my hips, chasing the pleasure I knew he could give.

“I’m bringing you back to reality.” He pushed his fingers deeper, found the spot I needed, and doubling his efforts, massaged it relentlessly.

Sparks flew between us as my entire body gave in to his every whim. Heat flooded my core as my nerve endings went berserk. I whimpered and flowed with his movements, my hips thrusting desperately.

“I’m going to come,” I mewled.

“I know, baby. Come all over my fingers and then later, after your date with another man, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t even remember the movie star’s name.” He pinched my clit, and I soared, anger and passion mixing like a lethal poison as I clamped my hand over my own mouth and came hard.

He rode the wind with me until I finally came down, but when I did come down, I met his gaze in the mirror.

His smug expression undid all the pleasure I’d just experienced.

“I fucking hate you.”

Chapter 11

Nutcrackers and Nonsense

BRUNO

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