Page 15 of Highest Bidder

I drawled in response, “I think it’s from the Greek.”

He went on, chuckling to himself. “She hopped on my cock and rode me like a cowgirl. Her cunt was nice and tight, and so was her ass.”

My eyebrows went up. “You fucked her ass?”

“No, just squeezed it when I blasted my load in her.” He adjusted in his seat. “Damn, I’m getting a chub just thinking about it.”

My smile was purposefully condescending. “Well, maybe you’ll get lucky, and she’ll be here tonight, and you can continue where you left off.”

For her sake, she better not be. Because Bradford sure as hell wouldn’t have the winning bid, and I’d make damn certain she regretted ever putting herself up for sale.

Macy’s voice rang out.

“And now, number three on tonight’s vendue list—Vivian.”

I noticed the red dress first. Then the hair. Then the eyes.

My glass hit the table harder than I meant it to.

So, Phoenix’s real name was Vivian.

I said it to myself a few times to see how it felt.

Yeah, it suited her.

Bradford leaned forward with interest. “Oh, hell yes! That’s her.” He rubbed his hands together with glee. “Looks like I’m going to be having some fun for a few weeks.”

Yeah, sorry, buddy. Not with her, you’re not.

She strutted across the stage like she owned the club, but she had a few tells that let me know she wasn’t as confident as she pretended to be. The tightness in her shoulders, the way her eyes darted around the room. Underneath her painted-on confidence, there was a vulnerability.

One that I was going to exploit until she broke.

She’d turned me down. Then fuckedBradford. Had she fucked that frat douche, too?

And now she was selling herself? To anyone?

Grayson made the initial bid, quickly followed by Bradford’s counter bid.

Bid all you want assholes, it ain’t happenin’.

I sat up straighter, my jaw locked and heart pounding harder than I’d like to admit.

Let’s play, sweetheart.

Let’s see what you’re worth.

~~~~

After Grayson made the first move, Bradford jumped in like a dog chasing a bone. Then some other guy threw in a bid to show he could. And just like that, a dick-measuring contest began.

Macy clearly loved it; her voice oozed satisfaction as she paced the stage. “Gentlemen, let me remind you what’s being offered. This package includesfour weekends—Friday through Sunday—of her time.Hard limits have been submitted and must be honored:no pain, no waterplay, full respect for the safe word.”

She gave the crowd a sly smile. “And this is herfirst appearanceon our stage. A virgin, if you will. Completely untouched by any previous arrangement.”

Bradford snorted. “Well, notcompletelyuntouched.”

I’d never wanted to throat-punch someone more.

---