Page 15 of Off Limits Billionaire

That damned devilish grin sucked me in as I bit my lower lip. My desire for him couldn't be pacified with simple kisses and seductive touches.

“Ana, if you want me to stop, tell me.” Marcus inched his mouth up my leg, nudging me back, and pausing once I reached the headboard. I felt flushed with pleasure even though he’d barely touched me. Nowhere left to run, a small moan escaped me as he slipped my thong off. He grinned at me just before licking the slender slit between my thighs.

“Marcus, don’t stop,” I told him, panting with anticipation. Pleasure erupted once I felt the softness of his tongue sliding between my folds. Regret already clouded my mind as it warred with the yearning inside of me.

Marcus groaned as he delivered tender licks to my clit until my body shook with its first orgasm. “That’s right, Ana. Let go. Give that all to me.”

I could barely speak as he continued to take me over the edge of sanity, working his devastatingly wicked mouth until I climaxed again. My fantasies played out in front of me, grabbing his hair to pull him closer. I wanted to feel his tongue deep inside my pussy, but he stopped, moving away with his signature smirk.

Marcus dipped away and returned with a condom, leaving me for a moment in my ecstasy, where my guilt somehow couldn't touch me. He moved on top of me and flexed his muscles, nudging my legs apart just enough to press himself at my entrance. My body tensed, as I’d forgotten the thickness that had made me remember him weeks after our last time.

My walls swelled and contracted around him. Marcus inched his hardness inside of me. My body transformed into the perfect fit for him. His mouth descended on mine, our lips moving in sync with our bodies, satisfying the urges between us.

Feeling Marcus thrust deep inside of me made me forget he was an Adler. I felt like I was in a trance with every touch, glide, moan, and push of our bodies bringing us closer to that orgasmic high. It made me forget that his family had prospered from my family’s shortcomings. I only wanted him and it was clear he wanted me, but for how long? Would he change his mind about this thing between us after the clock was restored and added to his family’s portfolio of antiques?

Pleasure pulled me out of my head and back into the moment where Marcus was making love to me. He did not rush. He took his time catering to every desire my body craved. Every stroke Marcus delivered with precision made my body yearn for more.

Three orgasms later, we climaxed together and spent the rest of the day in the hotel, getting over jet lag and getting under the sheets. Room service kept us fed and between our rounds of sexual exploration, we spoke about everything from clocks to school. His history with the Navy and how he’d fallen in love with chasing antiques after an auction nearly six years ago where we'd crossed paths.

By the time Sunday rolled around we were sexed up and ready to purchase the clock we had come to buy. We got dressed and headed back to Montclair’s, where there were about a dozen people waiting for the auction to begin.

We took our seats and he handed me his paddle with a smirk. “I want you to bid on the Godschalk.”

“What’s your budget?” I asked him.

“Whatever you think is enough to make sure we leave with that clock.”

The auction began. The buzz of hushed excitement filled the air. We wanted to win. I needed to win. The mortgage didn’t get paid unless we got this clock back home.

Desiree stood at a podium, calling one lot after the next until the clock was rolled out in a protective case that secured any loose pieces from falling away where it cracked. Her eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Marcus. I noticed when she glanced in another direction to a man standing near the exit. It was dark and his face was hidden behind a pillar.

“Lot 45. A Chippendale carved walnut tall case clock with the golden dial signed by Jacob Godschalk. Authenticated by two experts, one independent. The bidding will start at five thousand dollars, increasing in one thousand dollar increments unless otherwise specified.”

“Five thousand!” the stranger spoke as he lifted his paddle.

Marcus nudged me, a reminder that I had to bid on this thing. I raised it, and Desiree called out with her hammer pointed at us, “Six thousand, we have six thousand dollars to paddle two forty-four.”

“Ten thousand!” A third bidder called out.

I raised my paddle and my voice. “Twelve thousand!” My eyes cut to Marcus who simply winked and held that delicious grin on his face.

The bids continued to climb until I decided to put some distance between us and the others. I called out, standing out of my seat, “Twenty!”

The other bidders both seemed distracted, speaking into their phones, but that didn’t stop Desiree from continuing the auction. “We have twenty! Twenty thousand dollars going once, twice …SOLD!”

Her voice faded away as I threw my arms around Marcus in excitement. My lips found his for a kiss that made my toes curl. I had to stop before someone recognized us, but the excitement wouldn’t go away.

“We got it!” I told him, giving him the biggest smile, him with delight in his eyes. I’m not sure if he was happier that we won the auction or that I was the one who'd won the auction for him.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Thank you, Anabella. Come, let’s go get our clock.”

We moved out of our seats as the auction continued. One of the bidders sat down, but the mysterious man beside the door was no longer standing there. An auction assistant escorted us to another room where the clock had been moved and I couldn't help but run my hands over it.

I opened the purse I’d brought along and pulled out an Apple AirTag tracker about the size of a quarter and dropped it into the cabinet. I made sure the app on my phone was linked to the tracker and Marcus watched with curiosity in those steel grey eyes.

“You’re tagging the clock?”

“Well, yes. You just spent twenty grand on this thing and I need it to make it back to Philadelphia so I can get the rest of the money to restore this masterpiece. Look,” I pulled out another one from my bag and dropped it in his hand. “They come in a set. It’s amazing if you’re flying commercial. Just drop it in your luggage and you can always track your bags. Paul started using them when he’s hauling rare antiques back to the shop.”

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