Page 13 of The Celebrity Bidder

For half a second, doubt flickers.What must he think of me?

But then his gaze meets mine, and the way he looks at me—hungry, feral, worshipful—burns every insecurity away. There’s no hesitation, no comparison. Just pure, unfilteredwant.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, like it’s the simplest truth he’s ever spoken.

My breath catches. With trembling fingers, I unhook my bra and let it fall away. I don’t even have time to feel exposed before Wylie’s scooping me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, and a needy sound escapes my throat as he buries his face in my chest, mouth hot against my skin.

His lips find a nipple and suck hard, sending lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting through me.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, arching into him.

“You’re perfect.”

“I want you,” I murmur against the shell of his ear.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, his voice low and wrecked.

He tosses me onto the bed like he can’t bear another second without being inside me. His hands make quick work of my jeans, yanking them down my hips. But then he pauses, hovering above me, staring at the thin barrier of my panties like it’s the last sacred thing between us.

He reaches for them, but I shake my head, breathless.

“You’re still dressed,” I manage to say. “Unfair.”

He laughs, husky and devilish, then rises to his feet. He strips with casual confidence, but there’s nothing performative about it—this isn’t for show. When his boxers drop and his cock springs free, thick and hard, I gasp.

Oh my god.

Desire pulses between my legs.

“Now, you,” he says, voice rough.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slide them down slowly, deliberately. I let my knees fall open, offering myself to his gaze.

The groan he lets out makes my toes curl. He grips his cock in one hand, stroking once, his eyes blazing with heat.

“You’re fucking unreal,” he says. “I don’t know how long I’ll last inside you the first time.”

I blink, heart stuttering. “The first time?”

Wylie grins, wolfish and sure. “Oh, I plan to fuck you at least twice tonight. Three times, if you’re still standing after that.”

His words go straight to my core, making my clit throb with delicious anticipation. I can’t stop myself—I reach between my thighs and touch myself, slick and aching for him.

Wylie’s pupils dilate. “Keep doing that, baby. Let me see you get nice and wet for me.”

We’re watching each other, both of us undone by this moment. The rawness. The hunger. But there’s more here than lust.

I’ve never felt wanted like this before.

Not just for my body, but for everything I am.

And suddenly, I realize—I’m falling. Hard and fast.

Wylie climbs onto the bed, bracing himself over me with one strong arm while the other guides himself to my entrance.

“I need to be inside you,” he says, voice hoarse. “Now.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

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