Page 34 of The Bachelor Auction

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At eight sharpI’m back at the office, albeit spent and looking a little worse for wear. I’ve barely skimmed through my message inbox when Scarlet pops in.

“He wants you in his conference room. Don’t forget your progress chart.”

She doesn’t need to clarify who ‘he’ is, though I’m surprised that Tyler’s in already. I would have figured, after our night together and all the effort he put into making me come—a few times, actually—that he might have wanted to get a few hours rest.

I guess my impression that Tyler never sleeps wasn’t too far away from the truth.

“He could tell me himself for a change. I own a phone and a computer, you know,” I mumble. Given that he was buried deep inside me merely a few hours ago, that shouldn’t be too much to ask. “I’ll be right there.” I wait until Scarlet’s closed the door to my office behind her before I grab my progress folder and ride the elevator up to his floor. It’s beyond me what he could possibly want to discuss, given that we didn’t get a chance to work last night. Besides, I’ve only just arrived so I haven’t had a chance to get any work done yet.

I’ve no idea what to expect now that we’ve been intimate, but things don’t feel professionally much different from yesterday. He seems just as irrational in his expectations as before.

After a brief knock, I push the door open and peer into the spacious conference room.

Tyler’s seated at the end of the table. His hair’s in disarray and dark stubble’s covering his cheeks. Today he hasn’t bothered with a tie. The top button of his shirt’s undone and the sleeves are rolled up. Hesitating in the doorway, I take him in, realizing this is the most disheveled I’ve ever seen him. Maybe our night together has left him a little frayed, too.

Apart from his cell phone, there’s nothing else on the table.

“Come on in,” Tyler says, gesturing for me to close the door behind me.

Frowning, I do as instructed and place the folder in front of him, right next to his cell phone. “I just got in. I didn’t get a chance to—”

Ignoring the folder, he gets up and closes the distance between us. With a soft smile playing on his lips, he squeezes his fingers beneath my top and pulls it over my head.

I can’t do this. Not so soon after our last sexcapade.

“Tyler.” My protest dies on my lips as he unzips his pants. I stare at his hard cock, wondering how the heck he can be ready…again.

“Do you like the view?”

I lift my gaze, unsure whether he’s talking about his manhood or the actual view outside the panoramic windows.

“I do.” I like both of them, actually.

“I do, too.” He lifts me up in his arms and carries me over to the windows, pressing my back against the cool glass as he removes my clothes, scattering them haphazardly across the floor.

The air conditioning’s set up too high, but I don’t feel the chill. My body feels as though it’s burning under his gaze, the heat gathering like lava deep inside my core. He takes my nipples between his expert fingers, kneading until the sensation makes me gasp. I thought I couldn’t do it again just a few hours after the last time we had sex. But I realize, even though there’s a throbbing pain between my legs, it’s not unpleasant.

My body might still be sensitive, but it’s more than ready for him.

Leaning into me, his mouth catches mine as his fingers continue to pinch and squeeze. I give into his kiss and welcome his tongue as I imagine him licking other parts of me. I’m breathless and dizzy when he finally releases me, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on my breasts.

I expect him to take my nipples into his mouth, but he doesn’t. Instead, he parts my legs with his thigh and presses his thumb against my clit, the sensation so sore and raw, it instantly sends me to the brink of an orgasm.

“Oh.” All I can do is moan as I force myself to remember to breathe.

His fingers are on me and in me, and just as I think I’m about to see sparks and stars, he lifts me up and places himself between my legs, entering me in one swift motion.

He’s big. Too big.

I don’t think I can take it. I moan as he resumes his rhythm, the friction both sweet and punishing.

“Tyler, I—”

I don’t know what I want to say. All I can think about is that he’s thrusting faster and the pleasure is causing my pussy to spasm as he fucks me against the cold glass.

I’m faintly aware of the fact that my naked ass is on full display, but I can’t form a coherent thought with his hand between my legs, drawing circles across my clit as he pounds into me with an intensity that I didn’t even know he was capable of.

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