Page 17 of Hacker Auction

From one look at the man, he made my heart thud against my chest when he walked into a room. I’m sure no woman would complain about one night with him. He was sexy as hell. “This conversation has taken a whole different direction. Let’s go have dinner.”

“But you’re so sexy when your cheeks turn bright red. It makes me wonder if your ass would turn the same way if I spanked it.”

I had a feeling he was into kinky sex. Most of the men and women associated with the Ross family were. I overheard Daisy and Jessica, two of the women in the group, talking in the bathroom of the county club one night. It was a year ago I was in the stall, and Daisy talked about how her two men tied her to the bed and kept her on edge for an hour. The conversation between the two women was so hot I rushed home to my empty bed and couldn’t think of anything but the story. That was also when my addiction to BDSM romance novels started.

“Uh…I’m not even sure what to say.”

Wes chuckled and dragged his fingers across my cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Your tablet was in Sage’s room, and I bumped it. I might have looked at what you were reading.”

“I like romance.” I’m not going to make excuses for what I like to read. All I had to do was get through the one date. “Also I live alone and like dirty romance.”

“Sylvia Johnson writes real-life situational BDSM. I’m glad you’re reading her. She practices in the real world as well.”

“You know her?” She was my dream author, the one I wanted to meet her one day. I’d followed her group, and she talked about being in a dungeon, but she was a dominatrix. I already knew I was submissive. “She seems like a really nice person.”

“I don’t know about a nice person.” Wes visually blanched. “I watched her put a man’s penis in a cage. As long as I’m not at the end of her whip, I like her. This conversation did really take a turn. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Embarrassed yes, uncomfortable no. Let’s go so you can mark off your obligation.” The talk about sex with this man had turned me on, so I couldn’t wait to get home by myself.

“Going on a date with you is not an obligation,” Wes growled. “If I didn’t think I would scare you away, I would pull you into my arms and taste those pretty lips you keep running your tongue over.”

“Yes, please.” I wasn’t even sure I said the words out loud until Wes wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in close. His lips crashed down against mine. The world around me faded away, and all I could think about was him. My mouth welcomed him as his tongue pushed against the seam of my lips.

With each swipe, I felt my body melt into his hard chest.

Wes broke the kiss. My mind was still fogged as he spoke. “You taste better than I ever imaged.” He gave me a peck on my lips before he pulled back. “Now, let’s get some food before I pull you down the hall.”

“I don’t know how you can go from a mind-blowing kiss, talking about spanking, to let’s go eat.” I wanted to strip the man down and have sex in the entryway.

“Mind-blowing?”

“Do you really need your ego stroked? Your sexy, you can kiss, you have a job, and I bet you even have a retirement plan. It’s not often you find someone with that many good qualities. Something is always wrong with them.”

His eyes dimmed, and I wanted to kick myself for opening my mouth.

“We all have issues. But you want in on a little secret.”

“Sure.”

“I thought the kiss was mind-blowing as well. I’m going to have to sit through dinner with my dick hard as hell and won’t be able to take care of it until later.” Wes captured my chin with his fingers, and I was lost in his eyes as he continued. “And later tonight, that kiss is all I will think about as I wrap my hand around my cock.” He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Now, let’s go eat.”

Wes held open the door, and I was left speechless. I grabbed my keys from the table and walked out. Parked next to my SUV was a Range Rover. “You want to tell me where to meet you?”

“I’m driving.” He countered.

Worry about Sage was still in the back of my mind. “I need to take my car in case my mom calls. I have a car seat, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to come with me.”

“How about I drive your car?” He swiped the keys out of my hand. “I’ll promise if you need to get your son, we will.”

Miss Richardson from across the street waved at me. In her hand was a package. She rushed across the street, and I met her at the end of the driveway. “The mailman delivered your package to me again. I think the young man just likes to see me.”

Miss Richardson was in her late eighties. She watched me few times over the years when I was younger. “Thank you!”

She glanced over at Wes, who was standing next to the SUV. “He’s a hot one.”

“Oh, this is Wes, we are going out for charity. I better get going.” I turned to walk back up the driveway when Miss Richardson’s words hit me. “I would ride him.”

My feet stumbled, and the package flew through the air and landed right behind the car. The cardboard box broke open, and the dildo inside rolled onto the driveway.

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