Page 22 of Hacker Auction

Wes’s fingers stopped moving, “I highly doubt that’s true. Any man who made you feel that way was a piece of shit. I have to ask; do you orgasm when you play with toys?”

Silence surrounded us as I figured out a way to admit to playing with toys. This wasn’t something I could deny because he saw the toy fall out of the box. When I didn’t answer right away, Wes pinched my nipple, pulling me out of my own thoughts. “What the hell?”

“You’re overthinking this. Do you get off when you play with yourself?”

“Yes.”

Wes stood and held out his hand. This was it, no going back. I placed mine in his, and he pulled me from the couch.

“The couch is comfortable, but I want you spread out across my bed.” His fingers twined with mine as he tugged me down the hall. The lights were off, so it made it difficult to see until we entered the master bedroom.

The black headboard had silver rings at the top. At the end was a large chest, and I had to wonder how often he brought women up here. I was just another notch on his long list, probably. Did I want that? Yes.

Wes took my chin and pinched it between his fingers. “What’s going through that little head of yours?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“I would have to disagree. You went from looking excited to look like you wanted to be anywhere but here.”

“I just thought about all the other women you do this with. You have a bed made for sex.”

His lip ticked up in the corner. “Do I hear jealousy in your voice?” Before I could deny his claim, he continued. “This is my sister’s and her husband’s place. Believe me, I have changed out the bedding and scrubbed my head of them before ever having sex in here. Even though I’ve seen them at a dungeon together, it’s not something I like to think about. As for me. I’m not a saint, but I’ve never brought a woman here before.”

Embarrassment washed over me. This was a one night stand, and I was turning it into something more. Deep inside, I wished for more but knew it would never be possible. Romance books weren’t the real world. Wes’s wasn’t going to change his mind over one night.

Wes’s fingers trailed along the bottom of my shirt. “Do you want this?”

I nodded.

“I want to hear you say you want this.”

I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling. “Yes, Sir.”

Wes put an arm around me and pulled me close to his chest. His other hand came down hard on my ass, and I felt the sting through the thin material. “I changed my mind. I love the way you say, Sir. Now let’s get this shirt off you.”

Wes tugged my shirt over my head. I crossed my arms over my stomach, covering up the loose skin from when I was pregnant. “Don’t do that.” He growled and pulled my arms down as his fingers trailed down my body. “I want to see you.”

“My body isn’t the same since having Sage.”

“I think you are sexy as hell. You need to stop putting yourself down. Or you’re going to spend your night over my lap with a red ass.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, but at the same time, I wanted to know what it would feel like to have his hands on my ass. “But what happens if I want to be over your lap?”

“We could arrange that, but you have too much clothing on still. Now I want to see if you really don’t have any panties on.”

I couldn’t hold back the smile as I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the ground. Wes’s eyes connected with mine as I snaked my arms behind my back and unclipped my bra. The shoulder straps fell down my arms as I let my bra loose.

“Damn, you are sexy as hell.”

My fingers went to the first button of Wes’s shirt and slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. My fingers shook as I tried to pry the buttons through the small holes. His hand settled on my hip as I worked down his shirt. His dress shirt fell to the ground after I unclasped the last button.

Wes wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. Our lips connected, and my lips parted as his tongue slipped across them. The back of my knees connected with the edge of the bed, and Wes lightly pushed me onto it. My eyes traveled over his sexy body. His black slacks hung low on his hips. I wanted to reach forward and run my fingers against his skin.

Wes climbed into the center of the bed between my legs. His fingers trailed along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I know, but I want to.” Wes pushed my legs farther apart and captured my clit between his lips. My fingers wove through his hair. I couldn’t hold back the whine as he pulled away. “Hmm, I think I need to tie you down.”

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