Page 54 of Highest Bidder
“Oh, please. Steve, how long did it take for you to jump intobed with Brenda?” I question him. “Less than twelve hours? Do your parents know I ended things with you for getting too drunk and putting your hands on me? Now, if you’ll all excuse us.” I turn toward Myles, dismissing everyone else. “Would you like to dance with me?”
Myles’ smile lights up his face. “After you.” He motions toward the dance floor but turns to the others. “If you will excuse me, my girlfriend and I have a slow dance calling our name.”
He gives them all a big smile, and now I feel like I’ve stopped breathing altogether.Did he say girlfriend?Myles presses his palm against my lower back, and escorts me to the dance floor. He surprises me by grabbing my hand to twirl me out and back to him, making me laugh. I softly land back into his arms, and he tucks me into his chest. He slides his hand down my lower back, skimming my ass as he rests it where I can feel his long fingers grip my hip. Some may think it inappropriate for an event as fancy as this, but I have no complaints. I lay my head on his firm chest, letting a sigh escape when he rests his cheek on top of it. Myles holds me close and the room, along with everyone in it, melts away. Nothing else matters right now. It’s just him and me swaying to “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars and for the first time in a long time, I feel completely safe.
We’re so lost in each other that we only realize three songs have gone by when the announcement for dinner is made and we have to take our seats. I reluctantly pull myself out of his arms. But Myles tenderly grabs my chin, tipping it up so he can press the softest, most perfect kiss against my lips. He leans back, grins and gives me another quick peck. Leading me off the dance floor, he keeps his hand on the small of my back. The added strength is appreciated when I see my mother storming toward us.
“Okay. I was able to seat him at our table. Now would you come sit down before you make a scene and embarrass me further?” She hisses, but plasters on a fake smile for anyone watching to save face. My cheeks heat in embarrassment. I don’twant Myles to see this side of her, but unfortunately, she doesn’t have many other sides. When he begins rubbing slow circles on my back, the tension in my shoulders lessens, helping me take a deep breath and follow her.
Dinner goes by as smoothly as it can. My mother attempts to seat me by Steve. But Myles is two steps ahead, pulling his seat out for me and placing himself in the chair between Steve and me. He spends the entire dinner with one hand on my thigh, his fingers dragging lightly across my leg where it’s exposed by the slit in my dress. At first, he rubs little circles, but then his hand slowly roams higher and higher. With every inch, my body tingles. Steadying my breath, I try to focus on the conversation at our table and not the rough, muscular hand inching its way up my leg. His fingers leave a path of fire behind them as they stroke and tease their way closer to the warmth gathering between my thighs. The ache he’s creating has my hips begging to buck forward to help him reach the target. Glancing over at Myles I expect to see him giving me a mischievous grin, but the man is talking stocks with the couple across the table. Or is it horses? Fuck, I can't think straight. When his pinky grazes over my lace thong an unexpected squeak falls from my mouth. The table goes quiet as everyone looks my way. I cover my mouth and try replicating the squeak, before forcing a smile and saying, “Hiccups.”
My mother arches her brow before turning back to the lady next to her. I relax and Myles takes advantage of my lapse of awareness, pressing his pinky against my center.
“Oh god!” I squeal, leaping from my chair.
“Hunter, what is wrong with you?” my mother demands.
“Sorry. I suddenly have to use the little girl's room.”
My mother rolls her eyes. “Thank you for announcing it to the entire room.” The bite in her voice tells me I'm going to hear about this later.
I ignore her and grab the jacket collar of Myles’ tux while I lean over to whisper into his ear. “Meet me in the hall in twominutes.” He smirks, and I rush away from the table. The hall is almost empty. Since I spent so much time at the club when I was younger, I know exactly where I want to go. I wait for Myles and as soon as he comes through the door looking for me. I grab his hand and almost start running to a side door.
“In a hurry?” he asks with a laugh.
Once he’s through it, I spin around and jump into his arms. He catches me and looks around.
“Are we having a rematch?” He laughs, his eyes landing on the pool table.
“Shut up, and lock the door, Myles,” I say, my voice coming out breathy.
His eyes darken like he’d never imagined this would happen, but he has never been more ready.
Something stirred in me after he called me his girlfriend. A pleasant little fire ignited between my thighs, his tight embrace fueling the heat as we danced. But when Myles' fingers climbed their way up my leg and sensually touched me beneath a table full of snooty, aristocratic elites, it felt as if he was dousing the flame he'd already stoked with gasoline, and I'm ready to combust. I want himnow. He seems more than happy to oblige.
23
MYLES
This womannever ceases to amaze me as she leads us into a small billiard room with bookshelves all over the walls. There are no windows in here and only one door. She’s stunning, and it’s been hard to keep myself off of her. When she jumped up from the table, my heart sank, thinking she wasn’t happy with how forward I was. I thought she was about to rip my head off, but when she leaped into my arms and told me to lock the door, I realized I was mistaken. Hunter's eyes blaze, burning every doubt I have and make me damn near come in my pants.
I slowly put her down, and she steps away from me. I quickly lock the door and work on taking off my bowtie. I hate suits, and tuxedos are far worse. Thankfully, I had one from a black tie event last year. I would wear anything for this woman, even something that feels like it’s trying to slowly choke me. I stalk toward her, backing her up against the pool table. I’m right in front of her, with nowhere for her to go. This green dress has driven me mad all night. I’ve tried to hide the bulge in my pants, but it’s nearly impossible around this gorgeous woman.
Reaching around, I bend and grab her thighs, lifting her until she’s sitting on the edge of the pool table, then I step betweenher legs, pressing myself against her center. She moans and winds her legs tightly around my waist. Rubbing my fingers over her lace thong was torture enough. I could feel her getting wet, and it caused my brain to short circuit. I have no idea what the fuck anyone at the table was talking about. My eyes were on the people in front of me, but my focus was only on her. I loved the way her breath caught when I first touched her. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I felt the pressure in my ears. I run my hands up the sides of her legs and she jumps, her eyes wide as they bounce between mine.
“Talk to me. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” My thumb caresses her cheek. If she says stop, I won’t think twice. I’d help her off of this table, straighten her dress and walk her back out with a smile on my face. Not that I haven’t dreamed of worshiping her body all night, but I want it to be right. I want her to be ready.
“I just…” she stops, capturing her lip between her teeth and gazes around the room as if she’s scared to look at me.
I lightly place my hand on the side of her neck, my thumb brushing against her jaw. Then tilting her head, I smile. “Talk to me,” I say, then place a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, hoping to ease her anxiety so she knows it’s safe to express how she feels.
“Well, I’ve never actually enjoyed”—she licks her lips—“you know,” she finishes sheepishly.
“Um.” I scratch the back of my neck. My mind reels trying to understand what she means by that. “You’ve never liked what? You didn’t like it when I pressed my fingers against your clit under the table?” Hunter’s eyes go wide. Her neck flushes, the color traveling up her cheeks as she tries to look away. But I hold her chin in place as I continue to stroke her jaw with my thumb. I haven’t moved the hand resting on her thigh because her leg is still wrapped around my waist. I know she can feel how hard I am. I’m trying not to move. The slightest friction makes my dick twitch, and it’s pressed so close to her center, I can feel the heatradiating from her. I know she wants me, but something’s holding her back.
God, feeling her heated core under the table had my head spinning. Hunter is the most stunning woman I have ever been with. Her body makes me want to go to my knees before her. She doesn’t even realize the hold she has on me. I wasn’t sure if I was being brave or just flat out stupid earlier, but my hand had a mind of its own. I never want to stop touching her, but I would if she told me to.
“No, I liked that.” Her cheeks turn brighter, and I have to hold back a smile. “What I’m trying to say is that I’ve never cared for sex. It was always something I had to do. I didn’t like it.” Her fingers play with the buttons on my shirt. “I actually have never liked being touched or kissed at all until I met you. Everyone I know enjoys sex, they crave it.” A sad smile plays at the corner of her lips. “I’ve always thought that maybe something inside me was broken.” Hunter takes a deep breath. “I just—I wanted you to know in case I can’t…because I’ve never?—”
