Page 31 of A Christmas Auction

“I fucking hate you.” Holly sneered after I’d given her what I thought was one banger of an orgasm.

The second I removed my hand from between her soaked thighs and the other from her diamond-hard nipple, she twirled around and smacked me in the face, then screeched like a hyena, grabbed me by the lapels, and crashed her lips over mine.

I drank from the well of her mouth, our tongues tangling as one hand went into her hair, the other to her ass. I ground against her as my cheek sizzled with heat from where she’d clocked me. She groaned angrily and bit down on my bottom lip so hard she may have drawn blood, before ripping her mouth away and shoving me backward.

“Mixed messages much?” I scowled, rubbing my jaw, then my lip to find a drop of blood where she’d bitten me.

“How dare you!” she hissed under her breath.

“How dare me? You’re the one that smacked me and then kissed me,” I griped.

“Because you played me like a fiddle with your sexy, broody, voodoo that you have over me. I am on a date and you just…you just…”

“Fingered you until you came hard and helped you down from a massive panic attack? Yes, yes, I did.”

She frowned. “That was a panic attack?”

“Yeah. Something Mr. Hollywood said set you off. I came to help. And I did. Don’t you feel better?” I smirked, bringing the two fingers I had inside of her moments ago to my mouth and sucking on them. I groaned when her sweet flavor lit up my tastebuds, making me want to lift her ass onto the vanity and eat direct from the source right now.

Her eyes first sparked with what I knew to be lust, but quickly morphed into anger. “Don’t do that again. I’m on a date with another man.”

“I won’t if you won’t.” I smirked, as her eyes narrowed to slits.

A knock on the door broke us from our bitch fest staring contest.

“Holly, you okay in there?” Colin spoke through the door.

“Speaking of the devil…” I put my hand to the doorknob as Holly scrambled to stop me by batting at my hands.

“No!” she hissed but it was too late.

I opened the door and grinned at the concerned, then surprised face of the man I currently loathed.

“Holly wasn’t feeling well.” I patted my chest pocket nonchalantly as though I had something inside, which I did not. “I gave her some anti-nausea pills. She should be okay by the time we arrive, but she should rest. Right, Holly?” I turned to face her.

She ran her hands down her body, righting herself, but had no idea how it looked more like a sensual caress along her gorgeous frame. I noticed it, and so did Mr. Hollywood, as could be seen by the way his gaze traced her curves as though he was imagining her sans the dress. I gritted my teeth and did my best not to reach for my holster.

“I’ve got it, Mr. Castellanos,” Colin murmured, reaching a helping hand out for Holly.

“Of course. I’ll be in my seat if you need me again, Holly.”

Her head lifted, and her fiery gaze met mine. While Colin was doting on her, I brought the two fingers that I’d just had inside her sweet heat up to my face and brazenly inhaled. “Mmm, I sure am hungry.”

Holly’s mouth dropped open, and her gaze went lazy, the same way it did when I was about to feast on her.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to eat.I’m starved. Maybe a steak or…chocolate cake. What do you say, Holly? I know chocolate cake is your favorite.” I tilted my head and watched her squirm, likely remembering how much I ravaged her while she gorged on cake last night.

“I don’t think we have any on the plane right now, but maybe some cookies,” Colin suggested.

“No bother, I’ll save my appetite for later.” I pursed my lips and blew Holly a kiss when Colin was facing the other way.

She shook her head and glared.

Oh, tonight was going to be such fun. I now knew exactly how to get under Holly’s skin and in her panties.

Colin Omstead didn’t have a chance in hell of winning this woman. I just needed to figure out what that meant for the auction and forme,because I didn’t want to let her go, but I also had no idea how to offer her more.

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