Page 23 of A Christmas Auction

I could feel his body flex and shudder as he moved. His muscles honed, skin slick with sweat. He made love, or in this case,fucked, with every inch of his body. Naturally he found his rhythm, located the hot button within me and stabbed at it repeatedly, manipulating it and me so masterfully I stopped breathing.

“Come, Holly. Comenow,” he whispered in my ear, then nipped at the lobe, sending me spiraling into nirvana.

My body responded instantly, a bomb detonating and taking out an entire block with the force of its blast. I think I blacked out as euphoria flooded my veins and visions of rainbow sparkles speared through my mind.

Behind me, Bruno kept going, until finally, blessedly, he gripped my hips and stilled, his cock unloading his release in wave after beautiful wave.

By the time it was over, I was incapable of moving. So much so, he pulled out, shifted me to my side and kissed my shoulder. “Be right back with a cloth. Don’t move.”

“Bossy.” I mumbled, my eyes already closing as my skin cooled.

In seconds he was back and wiping his release from between my thighs with a warm cloth.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” I mumbled.

“Good to know. You rest. I’m going to get our food.”

My stomach growled at the mention of food now that we’d sated other baser needs. Not even a minute passed before I could smell the succulent aroma of a five-star restaurant meal. I pushed up onto my side and then crawled over to the head of the bed. Bruno watched as I pulled back the covers and got in and made a “gimmie” gesture with both hands.

He huffed on a smile and shook his head as he approached with my plate. He passed it off to me then turned on the lamp sitting next to the bed. He repeated the process for himself, getting into bed next to me fully naked.

“I thought we were only doing the sex thing, not the couple thing?” I shoved a chunk of savory filet mignon into my mouth then pointed my empty fork at him for emphasis.

He meticulously cut into his steak and turned his head to face me. “We are.”

“Then why are we eating dinner together like a date?”

He frowned. “We both gotta eat, and I don’t know about you, but I worked up quite the appetite. Besides, how am I supposed to go for another round without sustenance?”

My eyebrows rose straight to my forehead as I held a loaded fork of mashed potatoes over my plate. “Another round?”

That time he grinned wickedly. “I don’t know about you, but I was only getting started. It’s been weeks since my last hookup.”

I licked my lips, tasting the garlic from the potatoes. “It’s been longer for me,” I admitted.

He shrugged, unbothered as he cut another bite and then looked at me. “Been thinking about your mouth wrapped aroundmy cock all day. I figure we could knock that fantasy out after dinner, then I could eat you for dessert while you have your cake.”

My mouth fell open. “Are you always this direct? You know, that could turn a woman off,” I sputtered.

What I didn’t expect was for him to lean forward, his rainwater scent curling around me as his hand mysteriously snuck under the blanket. I was sitting cross-legged under the covers, my plate teetering on my lap when I felt his hand slide up my inner thigh then cover my sex. He inserted two fingers straight inside as I gripped the edges of my plate and held it aloft, a moan falling on autopilot from my lips.

“I don’t know, direct seems to work for some women,” he growled, finger-fucking me as he spun his thumb around my clit.

“I, I…uhhhhh, I lost my train of thought,” I admitted as he worked me with his hand.

I was just getting into it when he removed his hand. “That’s exactly my point,” he rumbled on a hiss then sunk those wet fingers into his mouth. He moaned around the two digits before pulling them out, looking me straight in the eye when he said, “You taste like fucking candy. Is that direct enough for you?”

“Mmm hmm,” I croaked.

He grinned. “Eat your dinner. Just save room for dessert,” he winked.

Turned out, Bruno Castellanos was a man of his word.

After dinner, I sucked his cock until he came down my throat. After, he handed me a new fork and the small plate with a slice of chocolate cake. Then he proceeded to spread my legs and devourmewhile I ate chocolate cake. It was the single most gluttonous, outlandish, and ridiculously hot moment of my life. By the last bite, I was grinding into his face, asking for seconds.

He obliged.

Chapter 9

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