Page 20 of Auctioned to the Mountain Man

I’m torn between telling him to fuck off and telling him to lose his boxers.

“I want to be on top.”

“As much as I’d love to see you riding my cock, that’s not on the dealer’s menu this morning.”

“Why not?”

He leans closer, his chest rubbing against the towel I’m barely holding in place. His beard brushes my cheek, his lips graze the shell of my ear as he says, “Because I already know exactly how I’m going to fuck you the first time.”

My breathing grows ragged. I’m intrigued and oddly relieved. Why am Irelieved? This just gets more complicated if feelings are involved. I do my best to shove those pesky emotions down deep and instead summon my inner seductress.

Pressing my back all the way into the doorframe, I release my hold on the towel and allow it fall to the floor. “Then show me what the deal is with you and these damn doorways.”

He scrapes my shoulder with his teeth. “Gladly.”

“Wait, where are you going?” I ask when he dashes toward the bed.

“Don’t move.”

“I thoughtIwas in charge.”

He grabs a pillow from my failed wall and brings it over. “Put this behind your back. You’ll thank me later.”

“Anything else?”

“Reach behind your head with both hands and hold onto the doorframe.”

I arch a brow, refusing his directions as if I don’t fully intend to obey. “This really feels like you’re in charge.”

“You gave me an assignment. I’m just fulfilling my duty.”

“So romantic.”

“So I’ve been told.” He lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his hip as I reach back for the doorframe. “You might want to brace your foot.”

Before I can firmly plant my foot against the opposite side of the door frame, he steps between my legs, shoving one of his thick thighs against my exposed pussy. I allow my eyes to fall closed, surprised when I feel his lips brush mine.

“I didn’t think?—”

“Shh,” he says, deepening the kiss until I can’t think straight.

I don’t realize I’m gyrating against his thigh until he growls, “So fucking wet,” against my mouth. He reaches a hand between us, spreading my pussy lips so my clit has raw contact with his leg. I grind harder as he returns to kissing me. He fondles my breasts as I give up holding onto the doorframe and wrap my arms around his neck.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

I’m so close to the edge I can practically see stars forming, one by one.

Fox replaces his thigh with his hand, his middle finger plunging into my channel. I gasp, biting down gently on hisshoulder. His palm rubs tiny, effective circles against my clit. It’s all I can do to hang on as I come apart from the inside out.

“Do you forgive me?” Fox says with a low, sexy laugh.

“Yeah, you’re forgiven,” I pant.

“If you want, we?—”

A knock at the door has me shooting back into the bathroom to hide behind the door since my towel is missing in action. “You two lovebirds ready?” Elaine calls through the door. “Grandma Lola’s made a huge Christmas Eve breakfast spread.”

“We’ll be right down.”

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