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But I also don’t want to ruin this for myself.

Four

Rocky

The muscles in Bull’s forearm flex as he gives the bidder’s paddle another sharp flick. His breaths grow more ragged with each raise from the smug bastard across the room.

“This fucker needs to back off,” Bull growls.

Understandably, he doesn’t want his stepdaughter to have sex with some random guy who happens to be the highest bidder. The question I can’t seem to figure out is what he plans to do ifhewins. The contract is clear that the winner provides orgasms and a positive sexual experience to the virgin. Would he do that?

And more importantly, is there a way to convince him that I’m willing? I’ve long admired Betsy’s free spirit, but the lastfew years, I’ve grown to see her in other ways. Ways that I can’t speak about with my niece.

Not until tonight. I grasp the opportunity. “We’ll pool our money. No way we’re letting some stranger win her.”

Bull stares at Betsy on the stage. “To protect her.”

“Right, protect her.” It’s not a lie. I want to protect her. My thickened cock makes it clear there are other things I’d like to do as well.

Betsy shifts nervously. I replay the things Bull told me she says she wants to do. Handcuffs, blindfolds, and spankings? She’s always seemed so sweet. But in that short white skirt and the tight red top with the white fur over her tits, I see a side of her that matches those wild-ass claims.

Her having a kinky side blows my mind. And almost makes my dick blow every time I think about it, which is far too many times in what’s probably been less than thirty minutes since he told me.

Her gaze flits to me and she looks away quickly when she catches me staring. Then she allows herself to look again. I’m still staring. I’m ready to seal the contract by making her one very happy woman.

This is the only way I can imagine I’ll get a chance to have sex with her, and I’m not about to miss out.

She shakes her head. I don’t understand. Her gaze darts to Bull’s bidder’s paddle. She doesn’t want us to bid?

She bites her fingernail then wrings her hands as she looks to the side of the stage. She takes a step as if she’s about to leave.

Having caught her attention, I hold a hand in front of my chest, motioning for her to stop. She steadies herself as the bidding continues, but worries her lower lip.

Running a finger inside my collar, I say, “If it’s too awkward for you, I’ll help you make good on the contract when we win.”

“Don’t.” Bull’s voice carries a warning.

The next bid comes in at one million. Bull counters immediately. “One point five.”

Betsy’s expression grows more nervous with each bid. How have I been so dense? She doesn’t want her dad to win her, and neither do I, at least not on his own.

Catching her attention again, I motion to the paddle and then myself. She nods. Yee-haw, mother fucker!

“Two!” The guy across the room shouts his bid, studying us—testing our resolve.

He’s getting nervous. I see his hesitation. Time to end this. I stand, taking Bull’s paddle, making sure everyone sees who’s placing the bid. “Three million.”

Our opponent meets my stare. A slight nod. He knows he’s beat.

“Going once…” the auctioneer calls.

I catch Bull’s huge exhale, but he’s far from relaxed. Winning her is just the beginning.

He’s too strait-laced to have sex with the stepdaughter he’s raised almost entirely on his own, and I doubt he’ll be much happier at the thought of me doing it. I’m willing to try.

“Going twice…”

Betsy’s eyes are wide, darting between Bull and me. A flush creeps up her neck.

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