Page 35 of The Bachelor Auction

Suddenly, everything around me shatters and sizzles with pleasure. There’s a strange sound and I realize it’s my whimper barely finding its way out of my chest as he slowly brings me back down, the rush of pleasure slowly subsiding.

When he pulls out of me he’s still half hard. His gaze is dazed.

“Did I hurt you?” He brushes a strand of hair out of my face.

“Hurt? You must be kidding.” I smile, and in a bold moment of post-orgasm induced confidence, I place a soft kiss on his lips. “What about you? How are you?”

“I was fine…until you left. Then my bed didn’t seem so great without you. You basically forced me to hit the gym.” He smirks. “I would have preferred if you stayed the night.”

I laugh. “In which case you would have had to drive me to work, and people might have noticed.”

“And that would have been so bad?”

“We wouldn’t want people talking.”

I watch his expression change as his brows shoot up. “Again, would that be so bad?”

His change in mood is palpable. I don’t know what to say to that. People talking is always a bad thing.

“I don’t want anyone to think that I’m sleeping with the boss and that’s how I got this job.”

“We could call it dating,” Tyler says matter-of-factly.

I stare at him, lost for words. I don’t know what to say to that. We’re both adults, obviously like each other, and have had amazing sex. Why not define the relationship? I mean, Tyler clearly insists.

“Okay,” I whisper, but the sound of my voice is drowned out by the hammering of my heart. Tyler’s great and I want to see where this is going, but there’s something I need to do before I can focus on us.

“I knew once you met me you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“Clearly.”

There’s something strange about his statement. His mouth closes on mine with a fire that burns my skin, not giving me time to think about the meaning of his words. I can feel his want between my legs and realize we’re about to go for round two when the sound of the intercom jerks me out of the moment.

Tyler groans and releases me, shooting me an apologetic look. “That’s my morning appointment. We’ll finish this later.”

His gaze travels down my body, lingering on my exposed breasts and the sore spot between my legs. The telltale heat of a major blush travels up my neck as I realize I’m still pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window, my naked backside bathed in bright daylight, and probably on full display for the whole world to see.

Or at least for the people in the adjacent buildings.

I can only hope the glass is tinted or mirrored.

“We won’t need to make anything public,” I mumble and hurry to gather my clothes off the floor. “Someone’s probably taken a snapshot and shared it with the whole world by now.”

Tyler laughs at my horrified expression. “I’ll have to get that snapshot. Or I could take some of my own.” His gaze is glued to my breasts, lingering shamelessly.

I roll my eyes and scan the floor for my panties. Damn, I can’t find them.

The intercom rings again.

“Meet you at lunch.” His tone is slightly annoyed as he straightens his clothes.

“Okay,” I say but he’s already halfway across the room and then out the door.

Sighing, I take a seat at the conference table and grab my cell phone because now that we’re dating there’s no way I can continue my virtual, brainless banter with Lucky.

I need to break up with him.

I type a quick “Sorry, I can’t do this any longer. You’re a great guy and I wish you all the best,” message and send it. It’s not much of an explanation, but I don’t even know the guy.

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