Page 5 of Auctioned to the Biker

“I understand more than most about feeling trapped and having to fight your way out.”

Those golden-brown eyes with green flecks peer directly into my heart, rearranging something deep inside. His hand slides to the back of my neck, angling my head so our lips are inches apart. His breath rolls across my lips, sending goosebumps down my spine.

Morrison has always been handsome and ruggedly sexy. I’ve imagined his kiss for years now, but never did I think I’d get the chance to feel it for myself.

As I sway forward, I’m painfully aware of every extra pound of weight I carry from my rounded belly to my jiggly arms and thick, dimpled thighs.Am I about to make a fool of myself? Is he doing this because he feels bad for me? Do I care?

“May I kiss you, beautiful girl?”

I nod, his words wiping away my doubts for the time being. “I think I would like that very much.”

Morrison’s eyes flash with amusement and he grins, a low chuckle sounding from the back of his throat as he leans in and closes the distance between us.

My lips part, welcoming the heat of Morrison’s kiss as it brands me for all of time. He licks into my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine in hungry strokes. His fingers tangle in my hair as he tilts my head up. I whimper at the sting, then moan when it’s followed by a rush of liquid ecstasy.

Morrison growls softly and trails his hands down my body, pausing to cup my breasts and brush his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. He continues kneading and stroking my curves until he grips my hips and walks me backward a few steps.

I gasp as my back hits the velvet-padded walls of the Tease and Please room. Morrison swallows the sound in an earth-shattering kiss, pressing his huge, muscled body against mine. I melt into him, into this moment, letting Morrison take whatever he needs.

“The things I want to do to you, babygirl,” he groans, trailing kisses down my neck.

Babygirl.Holy hell, I swear I can feel that word sink down into the depths of my being. I shudder as his hands roam all over my body, one sliding up the outside of my thigh and gripping me there.

I make some needy, wanton sound as his calloused fingers tease my thigh in barely there touches. Then he tightens his hold, gripping my leg and hooking it over his hip.I want this. I want whatever he has to give, for however long he’s willing to give it.

“Fuck,” he grunts softly, his lips hovering above mine as he rubs his cock against my aching center. I nearly come undone when he taps my clit, making my lacy panties scrape along my swollen bundle of nerves. “Tell me to slow down,” he says.

I shake my head no. “Please don’t stop,” I pant. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You’ve wanted to kiss someone?”

“I’ve wanted to kissyou," I finally admit. This seems to give him whatever permission he needs.

Morrison pushes his hand into my hair once more, pulling me closer and fusing our mouths together. I taste his hunger, his raw desire, and his intense need for control. I wriggle against him, and Morrison tightens his hold on me, pinning me in place while he ruins me with his kisses.

Finally, he tears himself away from me, both of us panting as we stare at each other. He has a feral look in his eyes, like an alpha predator winding up to strike.

“I shouldn’t… Fuck me, I can’t…” he growls. Morrison’s nostrils flare and he grits his teeth as he looks me up and down. “The things I want to do to your perfect curves…” He inhales sharply and then lets out a controlled breath.

“Do it,” I whisper, peering up at him from beneath my lashes. I hardly recognize my sultry voice as the words fall from my lips.

“Don’t test me, Micaela. I’m not as strong as you might think.” His eyes are transfixed on my mouth and he brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. Morrison trembles, which makes me feel like a powerful, sexy goddess. “But how can I resist you, babygirl?” he asks more to himself than to me.

There’s that word again.Babygirl.It gives me chills and wicked thoughts. If I’m his babygirl, does that make him my… I can’t even finish the thought without more of my arousal slicking the insides of my thighs.

“What if I can’t hold back, either? I mean I did show up here tonight expecting to sell my…”

A dangerous look flashes across Morrison’s face, his brows furrowing as he clenches his jaw. “I can’t think about another man getting to see you like this,” he says, his voice low and scratchy. “Fuck, I know we talked about this already, but it drives me fucking crazy to think about you putting yourself up on stage with all of those prying eyes undressing you…”

“But you saved me,” I whisper.

"Goddamn right I did," he growls. "What am I going to do with you now that you're here?" Morrison leans down, brushing his lips and nose up and down my neck, breathing me in. He nips my sensitive skin and then licks away the sting, humming to himself as if savoring my taste.

I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe it’s the adrenaline, my newly awakened sexual fantasies, or the stunning Greek god of a man standing in front of me. Whatever caused the surge of confidence rolling through my body has taken over and I hear myself saying, “Maybe you should spank me like you said you would earlier.”

My cheeks burn from the blush taking over my face, but the dark gleam in Morrison’s eyes lets me know I made the right move.

“Is that a challenge?” Before I can answer, Morrison scoops me up and sets me down in front of the bed, placing his hands on my hips. He spins me around and pulls me into him, my back to his front. He holds me tightly, silently demanding my surrender. I still my motions and let him take this little bit of control.

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