Page 13 of Shut Up and Bite Me

This entire evening has been a whirlwind, and I have a feeling it’s only the beginning. But I need to know more about what is to come and what the hell Jeremiah meant about bite marks and pineapple juice.

To be honest, if whoever this woman is gives me enough money, she can bite me all day long. Unless it’s like a cannibal thing, in which case I’m out.

Lying back on the bed, I stretch my arms out and stare at the black ceiling fan spinning around. The image of Vivian coming in that dark bar flashes in my mind, and fuck, now I don’t think it’ll ever leave. She disappeared last night before I could get her number, and I might become a regular at that bar if it means a chance to run into her again.

Fuck.She’s like sin and salvation tied together with a pretty black bow. And I need more of her,somuch more.

If she looks that stunning coming from my fingers, I’m dying to see what she looks like coming with my dick buried inside of her.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Flying up, I sit tall as my finally calmed breathing speeds back up. Is this her? The seemingly infamous Ms. Barlowe?

I wonder what she’ll look like. Will she be kind and nice or a raging bitch? I wonder what chores she’ll make me do while I spend the next two weeks with her.

My curious thoughts are pushed to the wayside when the doorknob twists, the door swings open, and my jaw falls to the floor.

Jumping to my feet, I rush over and take her soft hands in mine. “Vivian. What are you doing here? Are you participating in the auction too?”

She scoffs like she’s waiting for the punchline. “I don’t understand. What areyoudoing here?”

“It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you later. Are you allowed to be in my room? I don’t want to get you into trouble.” Her attire finally clicks into my brain, and my eyes wander over every inch of her body, and I have to stop myself from drooling. “Holy shit. You look incredible.”

She smiles devilishly. “Kiss me.”

“W-What?” I stutter, wondering why she doesn’t seem to be as on edge about everything going on as I am.

Any humor disappears from her gaze as the look of her in front of me brings me an ounce of peace. “Kiss me, Greyson. Like you mean it.”

I have so many questions. What is she doing here? How did she find out about this?—

Stop.

For the first time, I stop thinking it through. I just act.

Stepping forward, I slide my hand along her jaw and into her hair, tugging her toward me as I lean down and claim her lips with my own. Her hand falls to my waist, and she bunches the fabric in her fist, pulling us tighter together as my tongue sweeps the seam of her lip, dipping inside of her sweet mouth.

This is what should have been happening all night last night, but I don’t care. The fact that she’s here at all right now is an insane coincidence, and I don’t want to question it. I want to enjoy every second I have with her.

Sliding my hand down her waist, I lightly dig my fingers into her side, and she moans into my mouth.

We move in sync, our mouths and bodies dancing to a rhythm that only we can make. It’s like we were born to fit together. I never want this to end. But she gradually pulls away, rolling her forehead against mine as we both catch our breath.

“Should I show youhow much I mean itagain?” I whisper into her parted lips, and a shiver runs through her body as her smile lifts.

Stepping back, she playfully rests her hand against my chest. “Later. We need to talk first.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I glance at the closed door, scared that at any moment, the woman I’m waiting for will walk in here and catch us together.

“You should probably go. I don’t want to get you into any trouble with Ms. Barlowe,” I say cautiously. I don’t care if they kick me out, but I don’t want to mess up her chances of getting a ton of money.

She bursts out laughing as she walks over and sits down on the bed, patting the spot next to her. “I’m not worried about that. Trust me.”

Sitting down beside her, I lean back on my hands. “Do you know her? Is that why you’re here?”

She ignores my questions. “Greyson, were you invited tonight?”

“W-What do you mean?”

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