Page 31 of The Bachelor Auction

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“I’ve wantedto do this since the first moment I saw you,” Tyler whispers in my ear.

My chest is pressed against him, and I close my eyes, savoring the tingling sensation that seems to shoot through me at his every touch. His fingers brush gently over my upper arm, tracing their way to my breasts to caress them through the thin fabric of my top. I gasp at the jolt that travels down to my core, readying me for what’s to come.

But even though his breathing comes hot and labored, Tyler’s in no rush.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m your employee,” I protest, half-heartedly.

“You’re a freelancer. I think I mentioned that part before. The usual employee rules don’t apply to you. I made sure of that with this very reason in mind.” His fingers trail down the front of my top, squeezing beneath the fabric to touch bare skin, before proceeding to take it off altogether, followed by my pencil skirt, bra, and panties. His touch is scorching my skin, and I suck in a deep breath as my entire body heats up with need, craving more.

But it’s his hungry gaze that is enough to make me soaking wet.

“You planned this.” The realization hits me hard and fast. Based on that revelation alone I should be putting an end to this, but I can’t.

“Yes.” Tylor’s eyes brush over my exposed breasts, down my abdomen, and settles on the spot between my legs.

I don’t need him to tell me that he wants me. I can see it in the way he licks his lips, the way his cock strains the material of his pants.

“You don’t need to be quiet,” Tyler says, slowly loosening his tie while his gaze remains glued to the private part between my legs.

He’s sure taking his sweet time. But I sure won’t be taking mine.

Inching toward him, I unbutton his shirt and help him out of it. My heart skips a beat as I regard the dips and planes of a body that likes to put in the work at the gym. I graze my fingernails over his chest and abs. His skin is firm and warm and begs to be kissed and licked, but I reserve that part for another time.

His brows shoot up as I unzip his pants. His hard cock springs to life, and I suck in a breath.

It’s been so long I’ve no idea how I’ll be able to fit his size inside me. But I’m sure I’ll make it work. I can’t say ‘no’ tothat.

“Lie down and spread your legs,” he instructs and I lower myself onto the bed, doing as he requested.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and trails his fingers between my folds, spreading the moisture that’s pouring out of me. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and he hasn’t even done anything yet. He’s had this effect on me since day one, and I have no idea what to do about it. I try to push my legs together but his hands pin my thighs to the bed as he settles between them.

“Enjoy,” Tyler says a moment before he sucks my clit into his mouth.

I moan and throw my head back, closing my eyes.

He’s not wasting time. His mouth is hot and knowledgeable, sending every nerve ending in my body into a frantic overdrive. His tongue keeps darting over my clit, flicking, circling, making me cry out several times. By the time he’s pushed a finger inside me, I’m panting and gripping at the sheets, ready to beg him for release.

I don’t know how much time passes. Everything’s a blur and all I can think about are the powerful strokes of his tongue while his grip on my thigh tightens, steadying me.

I know I’m about to reach an orgasm when my entire body starts to unravel and my moans get louder.

“Tyler.” His name is heavy on my lips. I want to say more, but my brain can’t form a single, coherent thought.

Tyler groans appreciatively, and that’s what pushes me over the brink. My body begins to shake and I lose control. I’m still riding the rollercoaster when I feel his weight on top of me, and something far too thick slipping into me, filling me inch by delicious inch.

“Look at me when I fuck you,” Tyler commands, his tone leaving no room for discussion. I open my eyes and meet his heated gaze. “Is this what you were thinking about every time you couldn’t peel your gaze off my pants?”

Heat rises to my cheeks, and it’s not because of the slapping sound our bodies make every time he pulls out of me, only to hit my pussy just a little deeper.

“I didn’t think you noticed,” I whisper.

“I did…why else do you think I kept wanting to meet to discuss your progress?”

I open my mouth to respond but don’t get a chance to answer as Tyler picks up his rhythm, his hard cock hitting all the right spots. I want to stay focused on him, but my vision starts to blur again and the room’s beginning to spin.

Tremors begin to build inside of me.

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